Rocks,boulders and a singer

(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

Somewhere on a so distant village

where rocks and boulders maintain

a fellowship with sand

making it a suitable tillage

a singer was born;

In that so sad looking land

where sorrow and grief preserve

the abounding dam of tears;

he began to sing the song of mirth

after he became a lad, and then  man.

Rocks, boulders and the sand

listened quite shocking and thrilled

they didn’t know the sweetness of a song

which could be so delightful to move them into

a rapture ; and they started melting like

a river moving fast as a firebird

over the blue heaven’s cloud- meet.

The queen of the sad land was also moved

but she grew alarmed that her queen- ship

might be lost,

then she no more be a queen;

so she called the poet

made him the poet laureate

of the sadly land;

the post was so glamorous

to be in the court

and beside the queen

with bewitching eyes;

and trickling smile.

The singer forgot the song of mirth

turned praising the ruby lips and

heaving breast of the cunning queen;

She laughed at him deceitfully.

Rocks and boulders lost their song,

returned back to their harder doom

Day by day the singer’s songs losing charms

the queen found his worthless shape

threw him out of the country bound

The rocks and boulders stood grim

with an extra load of vision

for a singer to born.

 Vaiyavan