Under the mountain, beside the fire,
We roared against the audacity of darkness,
Painted our bare hairy limbs
Using the sharp teeth of stalactites.
We engraved the moon inside our cave wall,
And worshiped her with bison’s raw blood.
Beneath moss covered trees
Every night our wild bodies made love,
Sipping the rotten smoke of burned carcasses.
Survival was harder than it sounds,
Still our hearts radiated like amaranth flower
With each rising ray of ancient sun.
Inspite of living in the chasm of uncertainty,
Never these primitive souls
Got lost in a forest of depression,
Or bowed heads to the empire of negativity
Like modern men do under the security of roofs.
so sexual! Every night.. Don't you have fastings there in India? just kidding.Nature is praised a lot here!
Thanks for such a wonderful portrayal of primitive and tribal people along with their rituals against the backdrop of a modern day man. The comparison is striking and a bit funny: Inspite of living in the chasm of uncertainty, never.... Got lost in a forest of depression, or... bowed heads to the empire of negativity
simple people simple needs simple life yet they can find happiness thanks -10
'Painted our bare hairy limbs' with love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow! ! You used four sentences, used enjambments to move the thoughts in each one to a perfect level and expressed a vital message through this technique... I know that this might have sounded a touch too academic to concentrate on the stylistic aspect of the poem right away, but this is what struck me the most.. Just in four sentences you moved through (a really clever selection of) the history of human 'civilisation' and then posed a really valid and tough question - 'To what extent have the 'cvilisated' human beings attained the 'instinct' of survival? ? Maybe we have actually lost it.. A wonderful write Sanjukta, thematically and stylistically... Thank you a lot for sharing this.. P: S: The imagery in this poem is also wonderful :)
Under mountain beside fire darkness still does not remain and our hearts radiated like amaranth flower. Very nice and wise sharing.10
Surprised no ratings yet for this wonderful poem.....100++ and mine first.
Wow...We engraved the moon inside our cave wall, Every night our wild bodies made love, Still our hearts radiated like amaranth flower...........Few lines I picked from your poem are divine............LOVED IT, LOVED IT SN.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rich in word contact love the way you write