(Composed on 05th January 2002. Father hasfallen into a total silent zone.The memory is very erratic.The poet sees through his fatherSomething which is beyond this mortal life.He passed away on 29
January. Sl no 2592).
my father and my son
Under the greenwood treeMy winds are eternal, ever free.Among the cool alcovesMy springs are ever ceaseless.Nature is dancing in delightBirds are making pleasantry flightsHere, all around the daleMy fountains forge ahead of all gales.Here the days and nights are mineSeasons sing upon my clime.Feathers I pick-up of a living yoreAnd I gift them to all waking dawns.I am laid upon here foreverI am caged here forever.This strip of sky and earthThese winds forever are mine, my breath.The stream yonder
Would wake me up every morn’
The scent of flowersWould refresh my spiritsThe singular foot-step-