I hear of nations
Sleek like eel
Of road networks
Twisting like my ma's waterleaf stem in her tiny farm
Smooth as a baby's bottom
I hear of states
Shimmering like moon's reflect on waters
Of water systems
Snaking like tiny tributaries
Channeled to all homes
All figured out you can’t fault
I hear of nations
Magnificent as the morning sun
Of steady electricity
Constantly peeking at you
As with the clouds
Always up in the sky
I hear of states
Proud as fine horses
Of governments and successors
Building fortress impenetrable
Rising after every fall
Forging ahead
Like they've never being down
I hear of nations
Evolving
As with pupa to beautiful butterflies
Of schools with actual teachers
Of hospitals with doctors who know
Of parks peaceful u can actually unwind
Of ice-cream other than vanilla flavor
Of food markets without rots
And I wonder
All but hearsay?
February 15,2009
chenna
Things that some take for granted are but hearsay to others. Well written with the ink of uniqueness.
This is good. I like the pattern and rhythm you have set up. You have got some imaginative images and creative metaphors there. Let me tell you one thing - it IS only hearsay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chenna dear beautiful piece a hope and a dream for our world today