Photograph of the River Yamuna taken from the Taj Mahal, 2015©By Vijaya Sundaram
मझदार
(Mid-Stream)
©April 15, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Mid-stream, the boat stalls
And turns round and round,
Then, stops.
The compass has broken,
The oars hurt my arms.
The skies wheel around me
Night stars burn cold
And a loon
Makes itself heard;
The air bends to listen.
On the farther shore,
A storm churns the sky
Here, all is calm,
Then, a cry parts the waves
And falls like a stone.
On the farther shore,
Fires burn bright
The night is acrid
Death strains at the seams,
Skies rain down terror.
I remain, stranded,
Midstream, watching.
Fog collects around me.
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Today is Day 15 of NaPoWriMo2017, and I was honored to be Featured Poet today for my Three Clerihews from yesterday. Thank you, all for visiting, and for your kind words!
