Murali Sappa Poems

Walls crop up, from time to time
Whenever a brash leader of a nation
Trumpets flawed false notion,
Or a zealot sows the seeds of hatred.
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Fall time -
mother nature puts on one last show,
parks and trails wear color
before they all go bare
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Young and impressionable, brain still a dry sponge,
You followed those before you
To a church, mosque, or a temple,
Or where ever your faith has called for.
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Quirkily, with enthusiasm moribund

And the rush from the work behind
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Yesteryears seedling was I
In the shade of the Banyan tree,
Rooted firm, now am rebelling.
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Long back, when I was Adam and you were Eve,

Words were still cuddled in the folds of obscurity;
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Yonder, the wails of a lonely siren;
Wonder, the foe sensed our forays!

My watch now; the war room portrayal
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