Author Archives: Binu Vikraman

The Resurrection

a poem by

Far away, forlorn in the busy grey,
Twined myself to the singing soul,
Bestowed I am, a gift with from far above,
Never seen, never said; it happened so…
A companion adored, but never spoken,
Treasures the imagery of my sunny days.
Such a wonderment I had never been through,
Whose magic touch strikes the fiddle…
And my heart sings, resurrected I am,
Casting away the shades of gloom,
Unearthed me from witches of dark,
Exalted I am, at the very summit,
Hope not to stoop down ever…
Let myself be always there!!!