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Kumaara Sukeja
Kumaara Sukeja Poems
Munawar, The Bard
MUNAWAR, THE BARD
How could poesy thrive
in the womb
of a piece of tanned, smelly hide?
It's an avowed secret-
one might admit,
albeit grudgingly- -
of the plier's trade- -
The cobbler's bone-hard, yet,
nimble fingers
are seen chiseling away,
with alacrity- -
pausing, occasionally,
to wipe the sweat-drops
off his eye brow- ,
While, privately,
his mind, fondly, recalls
the euphoric moment
of the AWAKENING
he had- -
many seasons ago- -
in the precincts of the town's tannery- -
Under the scorching heat
of its furnace, ...
Segmented:
SEGMENTED:
For the socially-segmented snobs
who revel in MOCKERY and SPITE,
The word, ATONEMENT, understandably, gives them, always, a FRIGHT-
For, they are the avowed torch- bearers of the cult of evil-
in DEEDS and in SPIRIT;
not aware that they are a bunch of
