Here is to Niconar Parra, who taught us the truth and the reasons for framing an anti poem, who turns 100 on Sep 5th
Poetic worlds where roses
evaporated into love,
Besieged mercilessly by reality,
Trees which gave life,
From branch to roots,
Spoiled by greed within hearts,
No love overpowered them,
No meaning governed deeds,
I watched as rotten money,
Eaten by rats and covered with filth,
Buoyed democrats,
Freedom; of thoughts and speech,
Flushed down the drains of politics,
I stood by as wealth proliferated,
As executives and bourgeoisie continued
eating into the infected rice bowls
of the farmer, the leper and the beggar,
I prayed to God - typhlotic in the show,
Obeying commands of gold,
Discerning opulence from scarcity!
I remained in silence as I watched,
With wrath and reason,
A leech leaving behind a trail
of my perfume-less blood.
It is sad that this commentary is so true and there seems to be no alternative.
ReplyDeletefilled with injustice and sadness... what could have become of those roots.. you describe it really well through this picture.
ReplyDeletean absolute truth...
ReplyDeleteThis is really a powerfully expressed, well-conceived poem, Anand!
ReplyDelete"As executives and bourgeoisie continued
ReplyDeleteeating into the infected rice bowls
of the farmer, the leper and the beggar,"
These lines stand out especially for me, Anand. A strong and powerful write.
Quite a lot of truth expressed so well.
ReplyDeleteOoh your somber thoughts carry so much politics, culture, spirituality, and passion. impressed!
ReplyDeleteyes they do... stay buoyant as mother wrote to me. "...as the tide changes so must you, but, hold onto the sand, it is where you come from..." I still hold a handful in my heart. Very nice reading, well written.
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