Dust And Diction Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Dust And Diction

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Pranab k c
30/08/2011

Dust can never build a castle
Stags together to make a dump
Wait for the next storm to blow away
Somewhere else with its own direction

But An ant can
Instinct guides them to live together
To carry weight more than an pin-tip soul

You can debate instinctual paradox
Not any way to guide the move
With silent observe I see your defeat
When contradict a sudden flash
Of orthodox values dictates you
To plant another chastity
With moral support
And gradually began to vacillate
Instinct to non-instinct
To keep your feet strict to the body

Theories are long, so many dogmas and defies
Rounding your time the product of waves
Bubbling here today will vanish tomorrow
Instinct will exist to follow the wings
To come the next to taste and object

Better you feel an ant their creche
They build to back their babes
The drains, the store, the breeding rest
They carry food for all their folks

Two ways flows the Instinct:
Animal and moral
Pleasure and preserve
Individual and together
Expansion and contraction

Any one can write ones subconscious
Language no problem slang or serene
Any one can edit oneself
As ant can
Dust can't...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 21 January 2019

When contradict a sudden flash Of orthodox values dictates you To plant another chastity With moral support.. instinct and non instinct. you are here dealing with lots of Points dear Poet...……. very fine, Moral, philosophical and controversial themes.. thanku. tony

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Allemagne Roßmann 01 September 2011

Ants build nests and store foods there for their children coz they know they cannot defy the coldest of winters and the showers of monsoon..tiny red ants are close to sands than us.We see as humans sands only as dust under bare feet and buy soaps for prejudices to be clean from sepsis.But farmers work all day on sands sans prejudice so that we eat our grains and fruits.Big giant trees stand strong on sands only.Soldiers fight for inch inch of sands.We do not bother coz we see the bricks tightened up with cement.This is also allegory of sands in a mixture.Houses count for nothing when comes an earthquake or are blown away to dusts by atomic bombs.Heccatomb can only hurt the mind but not the spirit of sands we are made of.Alas! not all of us have this realisation.When it is realised, its either very late or the realisation what it started as sands will get its track back to sands again through wood, through fire, through love, through passion, through mud and muck, through sands and dusts winded away to be just sands.

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