Ms Lincy Ann Mathew is a copyeditor from Kerala and is presently working in an e-publishing firm, TnQ Books and Journals Pvt. Ltd. Her articles and poems have been published in academic magazines and Newsletters. She has also won several awards in poetry-writing and essay -writing competitions.
51. Musings
A tiresome week would have me led
Into a sweet hour of nap in my bed
On a peaceful Sunday afternoon;
This day is always a boon!
When through the nearest window
Between clusters of mangoes that bow,
My eyes caught a brilliant hue-
Kingfishers' lovely plumes of blue.
On a branch of the mango tree,
They stood a pair, so free:
Free of haunting of any woe,
Free of taunting by any foe.
I lay wondered in admiration,
Such calm and beauty in creation!
Such gay and joy on earth,
Where hearts burn like in hearth?
These dumb ones return to nature
All its life, slaughtered by us, so mature.
For our outer shell to varnish,
Day by day our souls we tarnish.
As I watched the serene kingfishers,
My soul found them great relishers.
For a moment I wished their kinship;
At least I would have their friendship.
They build castles never in the air;
They know the place is not so fair.
We build our castles in the air
And never once seem to care.
All our dreams end as dreams
And finally flow down the streams.
Alas! The kingfishers flew away;
My musings stumbled on the way.
52. Saplings
Like clusters of silver on a starry night,
Green clusters around the Mother's lap,
Fed with the elixir of life,
Sheltered under Mother's extended arms.
How cool, how secure
Under this leafy roof.
Gone are those dark hours
Wherein they lay beneath the ground.
They shudder to think of that dreadful second
When treacherous hands would snatch
Away them from Mother's lap
Drag them away from home, never to return.
Oh! The pain of parting, how bitter!
The realization of that, how much more.
But, they hold within a life
Full of aspirations, full of dreams.
Elders sway at the rhythm of the breeze;
Birds nestle in their secure branches;
Dews ornament leaves in the young rays
Bees make friends with lovely flowers.
Saplings! They are not to remain the same
Sun rays through Mother's leafy arms tread
To acquaint with them. Yes! They have
Lots to accomplish as they grow.
Lots to gain and much more to lose.
Warm little Johnny from the chilling wind,
Nourish the humming bees, give them life,
Be life to all, become lifeless for all!
