Waiting For A Sail... Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
Waiting For A Sail...
At times we are alone and alone,
In this tent of army of pathos and woes
And we are in a cruel world of all seasons
That cannot protect us even for a minute
From the hard times of our belligerents
Growing stronger than ever before.
Suffering from all kinds of pains we slouch
And what shall we do as the world remains silent?
We are often in a jungle rather than
Being in a pretty world we would like to have.
The ferocious beasts are around us.
The politicians and the celebrities are here
The tradesmen and the perpetrators of all kinds are here
And the kin and the kith of a thousand masked faces
All redefining our lives though we have not asked for!
They are all around us with their burning eyes fixed on us.
We often cry a million tears every day.
As we are alive and not dead.
Our hearts are going to stop perhaps and
All our five pretty senses too may stop working.
Where is the pretty world?
Some of you have spoken of it time and again
But we should not ask so ever as those were your illusions
Nor ought we to feel for anyone except ourselves
And the signs are clearer than before.
So we might quit our lives any time,
Our nights and days are soon to be almost over
And we are all going to enter into a deep slumber
Wherein even the nightmares will not haunt not.
Thud.. thud.. thud..
We hear and it is raining outside our tent.
Let it rain for a whole night then,
We will tomorrow have a flowing river for our sail towards
The turbulent seas of certain depths
Where we shall lie buried for some time
Waiting to be meta-morphed into fine pearls!
In this season of turbulence, by fighting against all odds, let us try to hoist the flags of victory, instead of allowing to be washed away into the sea to be metamorphosed into pearls after many many years! Think of immediate solutions! Come out of this melancholy and smile, Dinesh! !
dear Sir, this one is a nice poem. I liked its imagination. Thanks!
Brilliant write on how vulnerable we all are to this world of constant uncertainty and falling on hard times with false friends can so easily happen, but this black and white world is also full of vibrant colours, to rejoice and cherish like our family and good friends to heal our weary souls!
Poetry itself is a media with expression directly emitting rays from the soul...a real truth, a bitter truth ...tent of army of pathos and woes...all images are set against the background of all what we are facing in the life!
A fine pearl of ahem Dinesh - many truths here, and all so very well expressed.
It is a tough world around us. The tent we live in is unprotected. There is storm outside. We must face the world. Every one of us must try to make it livable. We cannot say it is so and accept it. Beautiful poem bringing the reality out. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Though life situations and circumstances are often beyond our control yet we should strive to steer clear as when we are caught in a traffic jam! The last line of the poem is a real gem (or a pearl!) and it can be interpreted in many ways. A beautiful poem which explores life in its entirety.