Ruminations Poem by ACHINGLIU KAMEI

RUMINATIONS

Running these empty roads
Summer bougainvillea in full blooms
pomegranate blossoms, guava fruiting
jasmine blooms, flame flower
squirrels, crows, blue birds
living.

Down below
the despair of the heart
echoed by the hoarse croaks,
of city crows.

Running these empty roads
running onto early dawn
the rising sun looking like a sunset,
deaths enveloping the city,
ambulance sirens never cease.

Running these lonely roads
A lone cyclist every now and then
A lone widow travelling in a taxi,
two lovebirds on the roadside
a rare sight.

Running these back lanes
brought back memories,
of a time gone
in our town, city, country, world, galaxy
where there once was love and laughter.

Where once upon a time
the person in charge, like other peoples,
has the interest of the nation,
progress for all.

Running these pandemic days
masked, vaccine less, fear,
in the heart, tears in the eyes
will better days come for those who survive?
or will the man in charge,
have more ‘better' plans?