A Poem on Yin and Yang
Somehow, these days
Whenever it rains
On parched earth
It no longer sends
A tickling perfume
I smell burning fire!
Somehow, these days
Whenever I look up at the moon
On a moon-lit night
It no longer sets
My passion high
I see forest-fire spreading across it!
Somehow, these days
Whenever I walk by the sea
On cool mornings
It doesn't uplift
My spirit to negotiate the day
I somehow smell of rotten fish!
Somehow, these days
Whenever I think of love
Teasing me and tantalizing me
I see it as a single dominant emotion
That balances or subdues
Other emotions that manifest
In either love or fear
The yin and yang
Of the world we inhabit
(20 Aug 2011)
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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