A Mystery Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

Even in the shadow of total darkness
Clearly visible the closed cellar of light
The thunderstruck earth, the silent sky
And the azurine ocean of utter delight.

Why absurdity trespasses at times
And with the feel of the scarecrow 
The soil slips from under the feet ?

In the shining courtyard of the mind
My corpse sleeps with me 
Like a dead snake; what a mystery !

In helplessness of not raising hood
The body is severely wounded and
The vibrant life seems to be invalid.

The lamp burning abright loses vivacity
For the wild buffalo showcases vigour
Majestically in the pitch dark jungle.

A benignant heart is hardly found
Standing by one in their utter plight
As distrust replaces trust unfairly.

©® Dasharath Naik