A Wounded Swan

I was going to call
you beast without a yoke. My timeless
dust will not shut the eyes.

A lone walk reminds me
of revelation. Was it true that there
was a body to speak like us?

A lotus stands in mud
as a witness in waiting for the rise
and fall of the sun in a blue lake daily.

Swan is a gentle and beautiful being. Wounding it is beastly. Considering the present state of man who is living a life of strife and struggle it is hard to believe that man was at peace with himself and his surroundings earlier. The gentleness of the past and the beastly nature of the present are well contrasted in this poem.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003