thecreativespace
Years ago,
The pond you see,
With nowhere to go,
Lies still,
On a moonlit night,
Plays host to the moon,
And was clean.
Now,
It takes in whatever you throw,
Your spit,
Cigarette butts,
The waste,
That you hurriedly throw,
From the hearth.
Her cries go unheard,
Even the moon refuses to visit,
If the pond had a soul,
She would have grieved,
And flowed to Kashi,
Where Varuna and Asi meet,
And merge with Ganga,
To cleanse herself of sin,
And end the cycle of rebirth,
But she carries the guilt,
That she can’t be clean,
For she can’t flow,
As she has nowhere to go .
(Dr. Mathew Thomas Is a former services officer with three published monographs, and his fourth book is under print . His poems have been translated into Malayalam and included in a collection Rathriyude Sugandham recently published by Kairali Books, Kannur. He has served with an IIM and a NLU both as a teacher and administrator, and served as an independent director with a company. He has an avid interest in art and philately.)