A SONG OF SILENCE
K. Vijaya Babu
The dark sea revels to hear its own echoes
closing the corners of the round earth.
With my bare feet washed in turn
I stand alone silhouetted
On the edge of the world
Feeling the melting softness of the sea’s sand,
And the playing tides of this sleeping sea.
My past sable thoughts, dark ghosts hang behind me
Haunting my heart.
I escaped from everything but from my own
Never sleeping mind!
We, Macbethian Raskolnikovs sleep no more,
Nor unburden this heavy life of desires, sins and guilt.
Don’t
know if life is so painful to live,
Don’t
know in the beginning, nobody even told me!
The new
sun peeps out of the fading night’s sky
Like a brandished shield out of the forge.
I am
like the wild, wild thrush
Singing
at the brink of the world
The
unrelenting tunes of life.