The Morning Sin Poem by Ashish Chand

The Morning Sin



The Morning Sin …
……the prickle…...
The typical soft …….‘Thud and ……..sssst' ………….…
The Sound of Newspaper Delivered …..In my Balcony …….
My Shut Eyes ……..Opened ……….
Ritualistic Morning Sin Committed …No pain….No Agony …

To save me from…….The Ritualistic Sin …….
I forced myself …….….Out of my Bed …….
I Know …… I Know not...…… I Know …….
Half Opened in front of me …It Lay …Spread….

I Know - I Know not - now I Know …………
That Newspaper by weight …….is all Wood …….
By Density ……..One Half of the Tree Cut ………
By Volume …One Twentieth of the One that Once Stood…

Fatal Accidents ………Technical Accidents ……..
Accidents …….Psychic ….Social or of Interaction ……
Supposedly Experimental Accidents …Manipulated Accidents…
Only Manipulators Gained from …Process of Modernization…..

Researches …Investigations and Inventions …Prototypes n Brands …
All Produce is at Cost of Fellow Beings…And of the Mother Earth ……
Passim …….Maddening …….Rush for …..Acquisitions ………
I am not Qualified ….……To measure the ……..Dearth…..

Job Hunters …….Business Aspirants …….Political Students ……..
Magazine Mongers …Knowledge Seekers …Followers n all Their Lot …
Read Newspaper …..For any of their requirements ……….
I Know - I Know not - I Know not ……..Definitely Not……...

About Evils of Development ……….I Know Little ……..
About Ills of Deforestation …….My Mind is all Shut …….
I Know - I Know now - Millions of Newspaper Daily ………
Is Sure ……….Millions of Trees …….Simply Cut…….

Some Countries Invest back ……In Jungles …….
Double in Value …….Of what They Remove ………..
We Mindlessly Butcher …….Without Return or Use ……
And Feign ………We are on the Move………

Isn't it a Mediocre …………….?
A mere Conventional Must ……….?
No purpose ……..No Value ……No Meaning …….
Just a Puerile …….Solitary ………Trust…….

To a question to a Printer ……… I got the Brusque Reply ………
"You Think We Run These Empires by the Price at Which you Buy".
‘I Know - I Know now - now surely I Know ……..
Advertisements …Their Hurricane Costs …Unnecessarily we're made to Tow…

This Mega Deforestation ……..
To no Particular Trait ……..
Can't our Intellectual Owners …….
Find a Suitable Alternate …….?

Keep a Pet …….
Harness a Flower ……..
Try …Saving a Plant from …Withering ……..
Morning Ritualistic Sin ….Committed ……..
Now I hasten to Sell ….My Educated Worth …….
To Other Manipulator's ………Simmering. ….

The Morning Sin
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: educational,social behaviour
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When you are young your mind wishes to encompass all ….and that is your truth ….
Slowly this truth starts taking the back seat….
Keep your truth with you howsoever distant it may get … You will meet your GOD ….
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