Karnail Singh Heirwale

Rookie (28th june,1933 / Heir distt Amritsar, Punjab, India)

Nostalgia - Poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale


Yea, this is nostalgia
For the country
Of the grandsire
Whose progeny
Drained the intelligent
To their land.
Their locus was our land
They corroded it
To out-road all roads to Rome
And build a paradise on earth
Undoing limitations of the paradise
The habitat of Adam
In the prelapsarian spell
They keep the querry
Remove its feathery cap
And bettress their hands
To be No.1
In the world.
Yea this is mostalgia
For seeing the great grand-sons and daughters
Of the old sires
Who brought us under a common banner
To unsire them
Freedom was our fundamental right
But our sleep
Kept our eyes shut
They mulled it
We opened our eyes
They understood the cry
And acknowledged
That the brute within us
Was none of ours
But a creation
Whose demiurge they had been
We have pride of the place
They too
This is the response
That either has
To the situation
That embroils the two alike.

(karnailsingh Herawale)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 22, 2010

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