Dangling
on the slick slippery edge of a needle
Afloat the bough of a mighty pine
I
found many more like me,
Bathed
in that morning glimmer of the
crawling, pendiculating, sparkling Sun.
It
were all smiles, so fresh, so crystal,
Tiny droplets of the vernal deliquescence
Ready
to elope to the effervescent nothingness
With
every fleeting moment and to reappear
Once
more at the bidding of our darling Moon.
And
yet again kindle on those sprigs and spines.
But
was snatched away one fine morning.
An
impetuous breeze gliding through gigantic Himalayas
Did shorn me away, as I
slipped and plunged,
And
fell to smithereens, all sucked up by earth below.
Terra
firma, a dark, danky, unending muddle.
Stupor, asphyxiated, absolute dizziness took charge.
It
seemed the end of it.
I
had fallen from eclectic heavens into a dumb freeze.
I
was dead, no more the glittering charming dew drop.
I was being siphoned, consumed, deeper and deeper
Unconscious,
muddy, maligned, sinful and profane.
Till
I dropped into a subterranean pool of icy melt.
And
thence, once again
Through
meandering Bhagirathi
The
mighty Ganges cleansed and purified
I
reached the Ocean.
Saline,
sullied, muddy and murky
Totally
lost, sans an identity and a name,
Finding
hard to breathe, choked and asphyxiated.
Burnt
and evaporated in the fire of expiation
Once
again I was lifted unconscious
By
that surging mighty whiff of the wind.
High,
higher, up-up, I dropped yet again
Again up the needle of the mighty pine.
Up on that Himalayan cliff all glitter and golden
Bathed
yet again in the crawling, pendiculating, sparkling Sun.
-
Shailendra Aima, June 30, 2018
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