by M.Mohankumar
Crack of dawn. I face the east.
The sky is shot with roseate hues.
The air is crisp and fresh. A cool breeze
caresses my cheeks. The birds are agog
with their morning songs.
Uneasy stillness of noon. All nature
is tense, holding breath. Harsh light
penetrates every nook and cranny
revealing dirt and ugliness. I see
the shadow beneath the substance.
Twilight. I face the west. And see
the languid beauty of the dying day.
I switch on the lights; but soon they
go off, I light a candle. It burns itself
out, Darkness closes in.
Mohankumar has published seven volumes of poetry in English. His poems have appeared in almost all reputed literary magazines in print in India. His first collection of short stories in English will be brought out by Authorspress, Delhi shortly. Mohankumar retired as Chief secretary to Government of Kerala.
