Gestation (To Mr. Barak Obama) Poem by Swami Jeevan Ekin

( (To Mr. Barak Obama)

Gestation

Long awaiting impatient tidal shore
Ahoy! Yelling wanderer was what the shore bore
A peering hollow was what the shore bore more
A waiting womb was conceived with….
Untrained and innocent was the womb
Womb bore only one facet of life
Second to be born when an Adonis is in the echelons of power
Gusts of strong desires and wisps of ardent ambition
Thus carved and adorned a waif for the coronation
Waif proliferates to become a prince
Prince culminates in to an emperor
Destiny had a revolution: actually part of process Ekin
Ekin, life is strange and by chance
The emperor expands the physical senses to dare the thresholds
Darkened corners are lightened….
Inaudible are audible….
Far is no longer farther…
Legs get airborne….
Vast round shaped is a tiny town…
Memory gets deepened and atomized…
Pitiable remain the taste buds and the nostrils
Morality remains for the destitute only
The sun and the moon two hand of a clock ticked by;
Bliss and torment…
Divinity and suffering..
Privileged and trodden ones
Ethics and rationales…
Logic has had them as fossils at the sand of the time
Practicality beats the drums of aloofness and loneliness
Trumpet of professionalism blows away
The stringent of affection
Mendicant vultures and trashy savages;
Ogling and daring the once conceived womb
The life is strange Ekin
The womb is slyly crying to get conceived yet again
Alas! The emperor is unmindful of;
the groan and cry of the womb still meandering

Ekin