That Police World Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Like the morning sun, fresh and bright,
Stalking his path to new awakened world,
Filled with hopes of long day of toil and rest,
Of commotions and peace, of creative unrest—
I entered the new world with dazzle in eyes,
With bounce in strides, music in voice
To a buoyant reception of a thousand dreams.


It was a vast world as far as eyes can see,
Endless horizons around, unfamiliar to me,
Beautiful, yet ugly, no plans or paths etched there,
Though fertile, looked barren, dry and rugged;
Land below, sky above, undistinguishable from afar;
I tried to make sense out of this strange jumble,
For, it is to be my land where I must settle.


Wolfs and jackals in fight abound in the land,
Fighting for crumbs of flesh all days and nights—
Wild howls and shrieks of pulling legs of the other,
Bawls to prey on shreds left away by stronger ones
That live on own strengths and live a majestic life
And stalk all over the land though few, far in-between
And bring happy relief for the mass of filthy canines.


Cloistered in deep brood in my quiet cottage,
Repelled by parasites, enamored by proud lives—
That scattered gold strains on massive mineral rock
Do bring value, dignity, beauty to the giant block—
I sought counsel of those who live on own strengths;
But alas, like a needle in haystack, few, far in-between,
I seld found them nigh anywhere for real strength.


Wolfs and jackals, fighting for crumbs of flesh,
Those abound in the land, howl all day and night,
Smelt my free thoughts and rejection of their breed;
Envious of my state and furious of my right path,
They mobbed my cottage, hauled me in a cruel night,
Before I knew what, they sucked my innocent blood
And preyed on my carcass and fought for every bite.