Makarand Paranjape

(31 August 1960 - / Ahmedabad, Gujarat / India)

Food For Thought - Poem by Makarand Paranjape

The sky has darkened before its time:
a swarm of locusts,
not a thunder-storm.

To protect my tender crops
I build foolish fires,
burning everything handy.
The smoke drives some away,
kills some. The rest descend.
Hosts of them camp in my head.
Frenzied, I run about,
stamping the earth with bare heels.
I shout, clapping bits of tin
to distract the devouring.

When there is a famine within
we shan't go completely hungry:
we'll heap all the dead words
and cook them. It is said
they are delicious with rice and lentils.

[From The Used Book]

Comments about Food For Thought by Makarand Paranjape

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

[Hata Bildir]