krishnakumar chandrasekar nair Poems

Pink with joy and so much hope
You were born at midnight last december
And all through the following months and seasons
You gave me so much; bitter and sweet to remember
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Nine months of restless mysterious nights
Yet warm and secure without a fright
Till you came screaming into the light
And for the first time saw that divine sight
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Hundred and fifty odd souls went down that day
So full of life: so unwilling to die
'cause one man had a hideous little problem
A problem that the system could not set right
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How old is this car of yours?
Doctor, its running into the late seventies

The engine is a bit too noisy
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Who am I or What am I
But an assortment of parts
Liver, pancreas, kidneys and a heart
All strung up on this bony comic frame
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Sitting on an arm chair still
Watching the beautiful setting sun
Unmindful of the winter chill
I tried something in my mind for fun
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Someday the sky will fall
Men will stop bickering
Throwing stones
Throwing grenades
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Why should I rebel ever
And be a part of a revolution
That demands that I
I, flesh, body and soul
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There was a place once for blacks and whites
And the coloured ones between the left and right
And for humanity it was the darkest of nights
Till Mandela came along to lead the fight
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What is the use of all that gold
If you have no place for it to show
Turn eyeballs in no loving looks
And then pompously sneer and blow
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