Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 1. May 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Modern Prometheus
--- Pranab Ghosh
Stealing
the thunder away
From
the oppressor to save
The
human race, like Prometheus
They
stole the fire and ignited
The
march of civilization on earth.
They
incurred the wrath of Zeus-es
Bur
regenerated themselves
Overnight
to win against
The
vultures of civilization and
Humanity.
The Martin-s and the
Marx-es
paraded under the sun
To
restore the glory of Man.
No
temples are built in their
Memories,
but they live in the
HEARTS
of Man
Can We Forgive Oedipus?
Incest
committed by the king
Ruined
his country. Blinded by
His
wrath he endured the
Misfortune
that befell him.
It
was not his conscious misconduct
Yet
the country suffered, reminding
Us
of the effects of the rulers’
Misdemeanor
and way of life
ON
THE SUBJECTS!
But
what about us, with our
Leaders
accused of felony
Of
rape, corruption and murder
And
what not!
Are
we DOOMED because of this?
An Immortal Creation
A creation, the creator
The
audience, the applause
The
appreciation, the criticism
The
dreams achieved
The
desires unfulfilled
The
pangs of creativity
The
sense of shortcoming
The
accompanying heartbreak
The
passage of years. The
Creation
viewed and reviewed
People
changing opinion.
The
success story.
The
final review
The
new eyes
The
new interpretation
The
new love of the creator
For
the creation that has
Withstood
the trials of time
And
then the final bow.
Claps!
Claps! Claps!
Waiting for the Messiah
Empty
life struggles to find its way to
DESTINY!
Unaware
of what it could be they look
To
their left, then to their right.
They
look ahead and behind
And
stand still like lost sheep,
FEAR
in their eyes.
Men,
women and children, lost souls in cities,
Towns,
villages suffer, get slaughtered, perish,
Get
devoured as they wait for their
SAVIOUR
to ARRIVE!
A
hollow sound echoes in the empty head
As
tears roll down their cheeks
As
they endure their
SUFFERINGS!
Gnawing
yourself free
The
void –
Up
there beyond the sky,
Beyond
the sun and the moon
Beyond
life and afterlife,
Beyond
relationships, beyond
Joys
and laughter,
Beyond
heartbreaks and
Street-smart
lover’s maneuverings,
Beyond
waking dreams and
Forgetfulness,
beyond everything
That
can be comprehended
With
the senses –
conceals
Your
inner self, your spirit,
that
gnaws at your
Existence
to touch your life within
And
you free it beyond the
realms
of senses and merge with
the
universe, to become a yogi!