A Prose Poem
R. Surya Narayan
I feel frustrated as I see no way to solve my problems,
Each problem looms large like a setting mountain
In the dark shades of twilight they bulge into an apparitions,
With whiskers big and claws sharp,
They dance and rhyme with the changing colours of the sky
And make signs of pouncing in their eerie shapes
As darkness envelops they seem to gain in strength
And start howling like jackals on prowl
Breaking the serenity of the night
While I descend into bed the night sky spreads its canopy,
Thwarting all attempts of a midnight assault
They growl and howl going in rounds
Till they sight the dawn in its orange robes
And recede in rows in different directions
Getting reduced into dots to vanish into the air.
I feel frustrated as I see no way to solve my problems
As I proceed along the dark alleys
With head bent weighed down with thoughts
With nothing to inspire except the genuineness of the cause,
Trying to put the best into each effort,
Loading the barrel with new cartridges
Determined to pull the trigger using all my might
With the heart pounding hoping to hit the target,
But lo! a local street storm straight from the blue
Making everything pell-mell
Myself drenched all over, the cartridges damp squibs,
The flickering torch proving no match
To the din and dust raging around
Compelling retreat to the safe vault of the house.