MY PREMONITION
(A POEM)
Madhusudan N. Vadiyar
After my death, a premonition I saw
A tender age death Premature, I was raw
The first voice that I heard
was of man in flock, in herd
‘A true mend and a noble man’
said as soon as he ran.
My girl mend’s waiting at the Opera
I forgot the appointment, Sheela or Vera
A fine Sunday morning time
said one, a fake mourning time
My plant too whispered aloud
“Who’ll water me if nobody’s around?”
A debt to pay as shopkeeper’s fate
and red as angry ready to confiscate.
My tenant waiting out of anxiety
out-waiting his clients with money plenty
The corpse carrier right on duty
Hope I get twenty out of pity
A lambeth grave was in booking
a cheap bargain, no mourners to sing
Finally among the garbage waste
A dilapidated coffin, still for them it was best
A last look and the cover was laid
‘His wish be fulfilled’ they said
As everyone took to their heels
tragedy to none but itself feels.
Light as I turned to float
above as feather in coat
of their callousness gave me a dose.
A beautiful garden passing by
fresh lake and chirpers at fly
A fragrance felt my nose’s size
a deep breath and my closed eyes
A resight, a glimpse, a wink to see
the palace, pleasure and men in glee
A golden fairy waiting, I met
‘Love at first sight’ you’ll bet
Angels and fairies at their love best
deeply involved hearts, from tip to crest
In heaven surely landed me
for good deeds and virtue, dear me
More often I tried best
some more time, till then I did rest:
A castle emerald - studded green.
Rubies and topaz, sapphires keen.
An aroma kitchen took me in
a hungry myself set out fin
But later on it was I that saw
Black coal and people undistinguished
With a closer look I had been dismay’d
They were none but my foes disdained
Sinners those really were
Who mocked me death bare
Sooner had they travelled in
and served in hell in a miserable inn.
‘A man can go without food for two days, but without poetry - never.
–BAUDELAIRE