Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 1. May 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Apocalypse
Hungry
for power, show of strength
Retaliation,
recalcitrance
Dance
of demagoguery
Abuse
of greats
Had
they been alive
I
wonder how they would
Respond,
recreate, retrieve
Our
culture, spirituality, our inner strength
All
that went into making us proud
An
inspiration, an example for the world
Dog
eats dog, now man eats dog and man
Turning
one against another
Apocalypse
lurks only in the horizon
Nearing
with heat waves, vandalism, and terrorism
To
put all to rest!
Expiry Date
Expiry
date extols certainty
A
silver lining in an uncertain world
The
dry crops look up for much awaited rains
A
hungry puppy yelps for juicy joint
A
vendor shouts to sell his wares
A
mother bird scales the sky to feed it's young
A
wobbly fish struggles to escape the net
An
exhausted mom lulls the child to sleep
There's
no expiry date to the struggles of life
A
tired day embraces the lap of night
A
steamy night refreshes itself at dawn
The
cycle of endless life goes on
Till
death or apocalypse expires all!
People’s Nation
People
form Nation
Or
Nation forges people?
National
leaders
Human
torches
Leading
the mindless
Through
dark times
What
if the torches
Falter
and flicker
And
set alight
The
place to secure
Destroy
the hearth
As
a Lakshagriha
Caution
is the key
To
unmask the faces of friends in foes
To
connect with the thinking
Who
can take up the cudgel
Unite
and hold hands
Express
mindful solidarity
A
well thought out plan
To
counter the fire set ablaze
The
tyranny loosened to spur
The
youth , the future of a nation
The
sky is foggy
Sunshine
eludes
Yet
the blowing wind
Drifts
the clouds apart
The
golden Sun in parts
Shines
through the mist
Surely
there will be light
All
will be right
Where
is a Nation without its heart
People swear by
Take
oaths in its path.
Pebble
I
rush as a pebble on the spring
Innocent,
raw, trusting, naive
Thrusting
myself on friends and foes
Ignorant
of man's various nature
Jibbed
and jostled by ravaging nature
Falling,
striving, chinking my self
I
gradually take shape…
As
I flow down the river bed
Learning
to respond, less to react
Introspecting
my thoughts and future course
I
find all are linked to me
The
soil, plants and fishes too
All
flow together towards the sea
Humans,
animals, mounds of waste
Carcass,
debris, broken idols
Streaming
boats and fishing nets
Clutter,
move encroach the bed
Warm,
cool rays flow and shimmer
Penetrating
sublime cosmic hues
I
thank the lord for my existence
A
small pebble in the vast universe!
Pining
Rain
The
dome above looks clear
Mirroring
the summer heat
The
earth has bared it's teeth
A
desperate farmer toils
Sweating
his blood and might
Bare
,expectant eyes hurt
Innate
hunger burning
A
sudden wind picks up
Blowing
the dust around
Grey
clouds begin to gather
From
nowhere come abound
The
trees bow to it
The
birds begin to fly
A
drop spills over his skin
The
clouds begin to shed
He
stands in suppliance
Crying
..heart full of glee!
The
sole efforts of his soulful toil
May
now bear fruit
If
not ...many like him
Who
know nothing else
And
give their all
To
nurture the earth
Wrest
their own breath
When
in endless gloom!