CANTOS OF TIME

Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which

decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs

that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades

to recline and chew the gum of  past.

            Remember, the storms do not count for a life which strides

With hills and shifts oceans; the fiercest storms blow off while

Struggles of life flit around like flies.

            Look! Drunk on pearls of sweat, the sun grows large

and formidable with millions sickles and hammers of light.

            In history where savage winds blow in cantos, I cannot be

Like the braches of trees that remain trembling in the hands

Of unrelenting winds.

            Do not query why so restless, ask the ocean why it is restless.

Do not say why so furious; ask the hurricane for the answer. Better

Know that time after all is my paper, upon which I write the

Charter of my dreams for the world, sculpture a colossus of force

Out of man; my will, will shout and break the spine of time, tear off

the horizon and throw a new era on the earth-

It shall confer unrest on man and

Flow like red-hot blood through all the roads of

Our villages and make him into a sea and into a tempestuous storm.

I  shall  gift  that  consciousness  to my country with my four dimensional
poems?.

Now,  centuries  will  speak  the  language, which I learnt in the wombs of
forests;

My word will be the legacy to future generations;

my poems, only countries and nations deserve-

 ~Seshendra~