Winds scream
when cars cut through
their silence zones
Cart and horse
were music to their ears
But winds
scream in fear
when horns tear into
their meditations
cars and aeroplanes
the faster they move
sharper are the wounds
they inflict
and winds scream
in unbearable pain
We have seen
the planes in flight
- just one side
of the story
the other is the
sordid tale
unsung till date
of winds
mauled and molested
by engines of progress
and their rider,
MAN
When he strikes
his breasts with his palms
IN VICTORY
winds in silence cry
SHAME, SHAME.
[composed on 22.9.2013, while travelling back from Shimla]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for such touching poem, , , Man tries to be victorious over everything, now taking control of beasts, forests and oceans, and can claim: He has defeated nature, , and nature cries in pain, , your words touched and impressed me as always, and I never forget in your book (BLISS) , you've mentioned: all catastrophes man is confronted with these days, are the result of nature's anger, that is taking revenge of man's actions and violence. for the line: carts and horse, were music to their ear, I remember your words in other section of BLISS: whatever we are doing, if it is true to our nature, it would not be wrong, it would not harm human interest, it would be not antithetical to nature and it would not be a liability for the universal assets of nature.....