This Poem Is A Black Buck, A Desert And Wilderness

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BLACK BUCK of the THAR desert, India, Google Image

I

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**.

 

II

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.

 

III

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

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Greatness

 

 

“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-

The tyrant-

Her vengeful eyes

Promise eternal darkness-

The despot-

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-

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Greatness (in honor of Nelson Mandela International Day) @ Poets United

 

 

City

 

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-

life dances

 

As if there is nothing to fear…..

 

Posted for my prompt ~ City @ Poets United Midweek Motif

Lady Liberty

 

Her words liberty-dance

in my cells

tearing away that grief bar-

my cells trill,

and sing

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

to write

She lit grit in my heart

to write

She wove joy into my soul

to write-

to me

She Is Lady Liberty

A Phenomenal Woman

Is She

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Lady Liberty @ Poets United