What If None Else Listens To Me? Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
What If None Else Listens To Me?
When I speak I have to assume
You are both there standing apart
Listening to me from somewhere I know not.
You are my engravers of times ahead
And you are both
I tell confessional truths one of you hears that
And conventional lies and the other of you hears that!
Though my utterances are heard high
They are not a part of my aggressive ego.
It is my fault perhaps that I beget them.
The resolutions of my conflicts with time
Have changed since long as usual
And I fell the foul smell of the broken promises and
The cremation of those dreams expired long before.
Are you both listening?
At times I feel the breath of some love
Half clad in lust and fancies
They are ransacking my entity,
A blend of things not endearing to either of you -my listeners.
Hope I am down to earth here!
My head has a hoisted fever telling the world
Of my imminent old age a misnomer for semi-death
And my eyes have water gushing from the interior skull
That will stare at the blood and flesh of others later.
You feel the shiver and the fall, don`t you?
The resolute otherness of you all
Baffles me and I search for an inner eye.
Charity alone cannot resolve any misery
As I seek to open a window
Many are opening theirs and what we see together
Is the cluster of life spilt
By the naughty God of otherness
I have ever distanced myself from.
You my lean friend -the first listener is laughing
And you my second listener is weeping for a change
But I am happy you know
You both are there!
What if none else listens to me!
Naughty God of otherness is truly an original usage. A powerful poem expressing true inner feelings. Thank you.
To be heard and listened to is everyman's wish. If our utterances turn out to be merely a cry in the wilderness and come back to us as mere echo, it is so distressful. Though we cannot insist that the whole world should stay rapt in attention to what we say, to have at least one or two to listen to us is a great relief! As I seek to open a window Many are opening theirs and what we see together Is the cluster of life spilt By the naughty God of otherness I have ever distanced myself from. Quite catchy lines! ! Another powerful write!
It hurts if none listens to whether truths or lies one wishes to relieve one's stress by talking, confessing, or the like and at the same time looks more agonizing if not unloaded or born an untold story inside you......Dineshji...... quite philosophical but very inspiring indeed......a great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:34:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like a poem that gives more with 2 or 3 readings, much enjoyed.