BLACK BUCK of the THAR desert, India, Google Image
This poem is a sigh—
of the sleeping pavement dwellers*
to be soon victims of hit and run crash-
of those being chased relentlessly-
either to be caged or to be hunted-
This poem is a black buck**.
This poem moves in long stretches of thoughts
interspersed by hot sandy and gravel emotions
rising from a hearth inside,
groaning in pain
to give birth to cacti words.
This poem is a desert.
This poem aspires to be a haven
for humans with roots and branches-
for humans with feathers and petals-
for humans with myriad colors-
for humans with a soul.
This poem is wilderness.
This poem is a sigh for the hunted poor and black buck.
This poem is an angry song of the sand dunes.
This poem is a wilderness-paradise.
*&** High profile criminals in our country are easily acquitted of charges of these crimes like killing an endangered species like the black bucks or killing pavement dwellers.
This poem is written in Boomerang Metaphors (invented by Hannah Gosselin)
Posted for my prompt ~ Wilderness for Poets United Midweek Motif
“as a child he never plucked the wings off flies
he didn’t tie tin cans to cats’ tails
or lock beetles in matchboxes
or stomp anthills
he grew up
and all those things were done to him
I was at his bedside when he died
he said read me a poem
about the sun and the sea
about nuclear reactors and satellites
about the greatness of humanity” — Nazim Hikmet
His words like blade
Cut the souls in halves-
Her vengeful eyes
Promise eternal darkness-
So perfect they are
In letting loose hell-
I leave them alone to rot-
Somewhere children are snatched away-
Somewhere medical students are fasting till death-
Gandhi walked this path,
So did Mandela-
And some others are doing it
Beyond our knowledge-
Humanity is greatness itself-
That city has gobbled up
the geyser of fireflies that rose
from the heart of night,
dancing in tandem with them-
in each of its breath
come out a cremation ground
and a graveyard
dancing in tandem-
that city has a usual sunrise-
birds sing and take to their wings routinely-
children hopscotch on pavement before boarding the yellow bus-
As if there is nothing to fear…..
Posted for my prompt ~ City @ Poets United Midweek Motif
Her words liberty-dance
in my cells
tearing away that grief bar-
my cells trill,
in praise of her-
She was a ‘black ocean,
leaping and wide’
while her breakers crashed into froths,
into a daybreak did her hopes ‘spring high’-
She whispered to my cells
She lit grit in my heart
She wove joy into my soul
She Is Lady Liberty
A Phenomenal Woman
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Lady Liberty @ Poets United