..A Gateway Of Homeless.... Poem by Sivan P.G Menon

…a ‘Gateway’ of home less…
Poem by Sivan PG Menon
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a ‘Gateway’ of home less……..


The BLAST! set the Sun ablaze,
frightened doves fluttered their wings in pain.
Scattered crows, sparrows strewn in the sky,
Soared, as in an aimless flight.

Crippling the joyous streets,
Lifeless bodies perched the roofs.
Life’s diminishing values,
Lies mangled with fire and flesh.

Thick smoke eclipsed the Sun, and the heaven
to hide the writhing pains.
It rained, not refreshing crystal drops,
But rubble, with stains of blood.

The waves receded, quietly,
Leaving the Majestic ate alone.
The forlorn, carved stones wept
Lamented the lives lost.

Street urchins clung to their mother,
Lean arms shivered, holding all four.
Benumbed, but feared the pall of fire,
Consuming flesh and bones.


Star less grimly gloom descended,
Tiny tots wept, breaking an eerie silence,
Mothers in grief reeled in agony,
A chill in their spines “ …….we have lost this heavenly home…”


Lost are the home of the doves and the crows
The wanderers, the stargazers, the cupid struck,
And all of us, afoot THIS GATE
For a home away from home.

Waves of Tri- color gushes in my heart,
a full throated cry echoes the street, soaked in blood.
“Saffron for valor?
White denotes lasting Peace?
And Green for Prosperity”…….? ? ? ? ? ?


A maimed GATEWAY……that bled
A magnanimous CITY…that reeled in pain
But…A GATE that never shuts…….


Many a heart, throb for this CITY…….
It’s dwellers & it’s luring charm……..
That inspires …….the innate soul……..to LIVE & let LIVE


Sivan PG Menon

(Recollections of the un ending tragedies ...man made)

Dedicated to MUMBAI & its homeless people.

Being a transplanted Keralite’…Mumbai has always fascinated me…

It’s milling crowds…with and without identity… dirty slums…. Streets painted RED .. the Glamorous BOLLYWOOD… are all symbols of a ‘mass dynamism’.. human..co existence

Amazingly, this myriad city recuperates with mind boggling speed… after every disaster… be it a man made calamity…or a natural one…

We have started living with it…

….. as the bomb ripped through the busy streets and fell the innocent human lives, the dastardly act sent shock waves thru my spines… struck my conscience, like a thousand mighty waves that lashed the ‘Mighty gate way’…
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