A Crown Thurst Upon... Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
A Crown Thurst Upon...
They chased me and caught me alive after a flip,
They defined me and entitled me though I had never wanted
They then carved a crown out of my own flesh
And gently and precisely put it on my small head made of strange mud
They said I deserved it as I belonged to this place,
As among the humans the chunk of the organisms infinite I lived.
Not too audible nor too clear in a tone
They declared that I was, and must be a part of the insanely sane demigods!
Be calm! , be patient! and be smiling! they told me,
I'd had to walk through the corridors, they added!
All these words they injected into the veins of my brain
And cautiously they set me to walk on the corridors of life.
Time flew and clouds rained as if they had never done so before!
It must have been a deviation from science, or a crippled miracle
When their experiment flashed the wrong symptoms on me.
It's not but a trophy that I have ever been headed for.
Not this time or next that I will enter the portals of fame.
I am just a creature without the black and white agony.
I will blend colors and will write on the walls
My words will break those walls for once, that is all.
This creature has been offered a crown to wear
And he will wear it for a season and swim in the oceans blue.
The waves of the seas will swallow me and then send down to the abyss
Soon I will fail to take a flight with no Gods still rejoicing.
There is no return to the ape in ecstasy
And I am doomed to perish in this subcontinent.
Very interesting aspect being dealt. My only question: Q. Did they only said Be calm! , be patient! and be smiling! OR Be calm! , be patient! and be smiling... with NO ACTION? ? Only thing what you can do, just nod your head! !
Beautiful poem. Very true said, A crown is thurst upon whether one wanted or not... That too made from own flesh, it has pained none but only self..It pains one who never wanted to follow the rule. Very true said, in society, many things are forced upon. Only those who have guts to rise will surely write on the wall, by breaking all the rules. People will definitely read them. If one hand raises to write, in following years many hands may join too. Let us hope the positivity you conveyed comes to our society too. Loved the way you presented it.
Society and the people around you compel you to be cast in a certain mould. But you resist and refuse to fall in such a trap. You prefer to be yourself, aspiring no glory or the halo of a demi god. But you strongly hope that what you write on the walls will once be read by others....! . In these lines I hear the voice of an iconoclast and a rebel! 'The crown carved out of your flesh' is so suggestive! A great write! A 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 8:50:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's about mistaken identity or the fact that they were chasing the wrong vehicle and ended up causing a lot of embarrassment to the man chased and crowned.........Dineshji.......a very creative piece