The Tombs Of Desires Poem by lalitha iyer

Shut up
you are too small an infant
we are silenced
when we want to sentence

listen to me
be attentive
and the whole world of emotions
curtailed and cut off into no-motion

the fresh and full young ones
taught to follow the regimens
their innocence -the source of spontaneity
their profoundity-the spring of endless fertility

stopped, stunned, stilled,
still what? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

the bulb grows
the sampling trees
desires branched
desirous arched

now the lessons mushroom from nowhere
the Speaker though disappear;
countless torrents of warnings and cautions
they pop up like the wild blooms
cautioning the awakenings
handcuffing the enlightenings

alarmed,
seeing the signals
watching the cliff points
desires are one by one
sadly buried
in a glassy grave
just to have a look into
when the greying locks peep into
telling you that no problem
now you can look into
however you step into
nothing will catch you,
you are dead and lost....................