Irony Of Civilization - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
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.
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