A Swig Poem by Ashish Chand

A Swig

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... the mind of the small one…


A Swig …....Nascent Reverberations …



I always feel I'm so small …….and ….People …So Big …
Their Achievements …..Their Magnanimity …….A Swig….

Luxuries they Harness ….Knowledge they possess ……
Ironies they Portray …….Possessions they Display ……..
Ethics they Share ………..……Inklings they Care ……..
Intelligence they Reflect ………Acumen they Project …….
Concerns they Foretell ……….Mannerism they Spell……..
Their Corruption, Their Snide, Their Penchant …To Snig …
All makes me feel so small …....and People …So Big……..

My city ……Built by its People …..Their glories through Ages ………..
Buildings ……Amphitheatres ….Universities ….Museums in Stages …..
Splendid Lakes …Great Rivers …Wide roads that ran Miles n Miles …..
Process Plants …..Factories …….Institutions ………All Smiles…….

My Degree of smallness is ever on Increase ………
The more I Grow ………..The more I Cease ………
My Desire to Break the Shell is Intense n Deep ………
Awkward and Shy…Neither I Cry....Nor I Weep……..

Freckle! ….My Temerity Tonight is on …Lightning Race ……
Commotion …Emotion …Feelings …No …..No Trace ……
Lovingly ……I was raised ……….Off my Bed ………
To Unknown Destiny …………...I was Sped ………
Weightless as I am ….Me seems …With Power of Thought …
I was Catapulted …….Out of the World ……So Wrought….…
Splendid Lake looked like a Bowl …Great River a mere Stream …
Huge Buildings ……Like Toys …..Like Matchboxes ……….
Wide Roads ……Narrow …….The City ….A Twinkling Dream ….
The Higher I was Lifted ………The Stranger was the Sight ……..
Vast Countryside a Landscape …Mountains Clay Models of no Height….

Instinctively my Mind Applied …Elementary Laws of Motion ….
Rules of Statistics ……Of Dynamics ……Of Gravitation ……..
Of High School Mathematics ………
Postulates of Energy and of ……..Mass Transformation….

And suddenly …………….I Realized ………
Of what Concern …Could We be ……To ‘Mother Earth' …
Our Empires ……..Our Living ………Our Lives …………
Our Likes …Our Patterns …Our Quarrels ….Our worth…

Visions so Delightful …Of Bounty Beauty …..Of Oceans n Snow …….
Of thick Precipitating Clouds …….Multicolored …….Is all I Know ………
Was the view Obscured? ……….Was it Mother Earth's Pretty Face……
I Probably Prayed and ………Wished and ……Skewed for Retrace…..

Some Wishes certainly come from ……Virtuous Hearts …….
My Vision Scattered …….All around ……In Million Parts …………
The Gush of Beauty ……My Eyes could not ……Withhold ……..
Sparkle of Billion Stars, Orange n Gold …Sun in Thresh-hold……

I was witnessing …… Simultaneously ….The Days n Nights …….
The Travel of Shades …Of Energy Bands …….And of Lights …….
One …Mother Earth …The Embodiment of Most …..That is Physical …..
Other ….Mother Nature …The Essence of All …….That is Essential ……

Elder of two …..‘Mother Nature' ….A Ninny Nitid ….Existing since Eternity ….
Younger Sister …‘Mother Earth' …Juvenile Exuberant …Master of Dexterity ….
Engulfed in …………Strict Rules of Destiny ……….
Sisters Engaged …..in Love ……Since Trinity…….
Obscurity Vanished! ……..I heard Them Speak ……….
I Trembled ….Shivered …...My Inside went Weak ……..
Terrorizing …Tempestuous ……Tempean Faces …….
Serene …Empyreal …Pious ….Kaleidoscopic Traces…

Together ……They Smiled ……Together They Wept ……
Moving in Unison ……Their Promises ……They Kept …….
Elder One could not End …..‘Cause she would be what She Would be …...
Younger One …Vehement …Discussed Her Anxiety of what She Could be …..

"Nemo in my billion years …..Dared on me such Gruesome Acts ……
Never this ‘BACTERIA' thus Messed Up …..In Contumelious Facts ….."

"It dwelt …Multiplied ….Died …..But lived a Natural Life ……..
Of' late... It Started Drilling Life Out of Me …In Contemptuous Strife….."

"It Burns my Core …….It Kills my Constituents ………
It Skins my Skin ………..Even their Remnants ……… "


Then she showed her Elder Sister ……..
Her Body ……..Amputated ….Tortured and Burnt ……..
Massive Decay ……..of Her Flora and Fauna ……..
Species ……Annihilated to …….No Point of Return……

I shuddered …….I could not see Empyreal Mother's such Plight …….
My Vision Restructured ….I was lowered …..Fuming with Freight …….
My Heart Weeps ………Wonders ……..What did I Twig ……….
I am ……….so small ………and People ………..So Big…………

A Swig
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beginning,graduation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Each child begins to grow one day. The beginning is always universal. Somewhere on the way the aspirations become personal. "A Swig" tries to capture first thoughts of the growing child …First Brush with the Big….
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Ash...Through a myriad of poetic depiction and metaphor you have astutely captured the lyings & underlyings of this work...Read it twice...Why? I wanted another BIG swig! ! ! Solid crafting...~FjR-'16~

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Ashish Chand 22 November 2016

Thanks friend...

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