Underground eXperts United File 473

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	 [  Nataraja & Silence - Two Poems  ]          [  By Ahila  ] 

 
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Dr Ahila Sambamoorthy 
Faculty of Language and English Literature 
National University of Malaysia 
Bangi 
Selangor 
Malaysia 

 

1) Nataraja 

He dances in a cosmic-ring of flame 
the orbs of infinity 
beside a petalled copper tray 
bronze tier-lamp 
and brocaded green-gold silk 

The last mooing of cows lingers 
as does the sunset's red tinge 
in a land tiptoed by gods and goddesses 
a rippling dark humid soil 
of remorse 
nostalgia and dreams 

of trees spreading knotted branches 
and rain forests which nestle emerald whip-snakes 
in large palmyra vessels 
		the serpents of eternity 

 
2) Silence 

Do not touch this core of glass 
that I will not trust onto you 
from this timorous twilight dwelling. 

Do not look into these eyes for answers 
as you tear your hair, unsanctified, 
but gaze at those desolate hills 
that dissolve into mystery 

like dark Russian melodies 
that flow into another speech, 
another time, another place. 

For I am the calm, the starfish 
who hears only the music of 
distant drums and songs and nightbirds. 
I will not speak. 

 
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