Poetry, for a change.

In 2005 I tried my hand at poetry. I sent the piece to a competition with some apprehension. The judges decided that my creation was, indeed, a poem and awarded me the third prize. It was published in an anthology, Winners Volume - 2 (British Council - Unisun. 2006).

The editors made the the following comment in the Foreword to the book: "Abraham Tharakan's minimalist poem captures the poignant reality of the transition from life to death". Well, here it is:

Transit

Scorching sun above
We, on earth
Entangled.

Sweat dripping down
To burning sand
Evaporates.

Into the unknown
We vanish too,
Eternally.