088.Clogged Arteries Poem by rajagopal haran

Readers: there was a news in the Times of India dated 28 9 09..Nepal ditches India, says caste is akin to racism; this is true; still in rural areas an upper caste boy or girl can not love or marry the opposite sex from a different caste which is considered lower; there are reported honour killings by the family members only

The above inspired me write this; I dream of an India which has no caste; its worth recalling Bharathiyar, who said “ Jathigal illaiyadi paappa, Kula thaazhchi uyarchi sollall paavam

All the entrances
Are decorated
With the rainbow
Of flowers

My eyes
Fall on the flower
A white rose!

When all the flowers
Are covered with snow
This rose is waking up
With tear-drops!

This flower
Supposed to laugh!
Who has prisoned the pity
Behind the window bars!

The beauty fit
For a crown,
Has been surrounded
By thorns around!

Who has thrown fire,
On the glory of a flower,
Full of dreams
Making it lose colour?

Unable to find
An answer to my queries
Trying to remove
The stigma of social segregation
I kiss the thorns profusely, thus
Passing the blood that runs my life
Through my lips to the flower
That will make the flower red!

28 9 09