A daybreak in a Jan. <br />By. Jayaprakash A Panicker <br /> <br />Tup tap, tup tap, tup tap, <br />It’s here, it’s there, <br />It’s up above there <br />and down below here; <br />it’s where you are up. <br /> <br />Moon is making vain attempts <br />To press in mounts of fog and mist. <br />Day-call birds are up and out <br />The days of Jan are here about. <br /> <br />I crouch myself into a shroud <br />And keep my nose and eyes <br />Half-closed and soft- pressed <br />against my own reluctance. <br /> <br />It’s four or five or six or what? <br />Kill all those who venture out <br />Crying out their worries aloud. <br />This pass is for the ‘different’. <br /> <br />Rise and fall of hairs are heard. <br />Dreams are going un-chartered. <br />One and one go making one <br />When? Knows no one. <br /> <br />Bed and body go making <br />Venues and rendezvous. <br />What the different wake up with <br />Is but a blush of flesh and blood. <br />It’s four or five or six or what? <br />‘Kill all those who venture out <br />Crying out their worries aloud. <br />This pass is for the ‘different’.<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-break-in-jan/
