Monday, August 6, 2012

Pearls



How
   long
     does
       it
         take
           for the marrow inside the oyster
              to roll into a ball, and harden, and become a pearl?


How
  long
    does
      it
        take
          for the young fisherman
            to dive deep into the ocean, take out 
                 a hundred oysters every day and finally smile 
                              because there is a pearl inside one of them?

How
  long
    does
      it
        take
           for him to gather
               the second pearl and the third pearl
                  and the fourth pearl and the fifth pearl 
                                    and the many-hundredth pearl?

How
   long
     does
       it
         take
           for him to choose the largest 
             and the roundest and the shiniest pearls, 
               drill them, put them one by one 
                  into a delicate silk thread, and make the 
                    most beautiful necklace for the most beautiful neck?



                   And, how long does it take,
O my friend,
for that thread to break 
and for all the pearls to scatter 
in hundred different directions                                     
never to meet again?



14 comments:

  1. vry. thoughtful, spiritual nd contemplative sir. jst. like ur own personality. :)

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  2. Its really a nice poem sir!I liked the way you have given the shape to the poem. The style, the chronology and the meaning depicted by the poem all of them has made the poem beautiful. Love to read it again and again.

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  3. Thank you Subha...! thank you so much!!

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  4. Another fine example of concrete poem! Short and meaningful as it should be!

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  5. Thank your for reading, and for sharing your impression, Kamalji!

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  6. Eve-opener. Life-guiding. Very touching. Wonderful piece.

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  7. Such a wonderful piece of poetry, Prakash dai. You recited this poem in one of the monthly readings at IACER. I followed your blog and was blessed to read this poem yet again.

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  8. This is not a poem (full meal). It is pickle.
    This is not poem about Pearl. The words are pointing towards pearl.
    ( i am hungry and eating the words)

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  9. Indeed Prakash how long does it take to make bonds - a good relationship - but its just a matter of seconds that take to break them - to scatter them apart - but the truth not understood is that the beauty that's lost with the broken bonds. A beautifully woven verse and such a delicate thought.

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  10. Thank you Samanmalee! Loved your poems too! Lets keep in touch!

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