What We Call Existence
M Madathil Rajendran Nair
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The west wind had no business
To call me in these late evening hours
As I walked drunk of the elements
Earth, air, fire, sky and an ocean of waters
Life is a beautiful dream
Enriched by rains
On mountain tops
Aroma of herbs
Winds across the plains
Prostrate I on the sands
Of a moist barren land
In prayer for this beauty
That has been bestowed
On me this shivering grass blade
Without asking, undeserved
May the night pass
Unbridled with her starry show
When seeds can burst and smile
I will wake in the morn
With dew dawning all over me
Like a desert flower
That has only smiles
To offer to this world gone so wry
Sing you west wind
Sing you rains
The seed has just broken its shell
To smile and shine
And that is me in a nutshell
A soul drunken of world's drunkenness
Is there anything other than it
In this beautiful whatever
That we call existence?
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