The Round Table Poem by Lovita Morang

. the round table

the round table painted in black
black why black
I thought
And the red rose standing still without rotting
For that is the plastic flower
One of them will talk of bollywood stars
and about good and bad film latest movies
one of them is a filmmaker
for him every film is good
say bad that shall enrage him
for people say the film he make are all bad


the older tells about the horrors of history
children asking where are all- Napoleans and Hitlers

for his favorite film being the pianist
he wants the children to see pianist not tom and jerry

mother complaining about price rise
budget butchered

family and friends circles

what is new in the market

mother saying no no avoid markets
God will not help you

bombs terrorism
better be home

thieve burged in last night

get a better lock

corruption of bureaucrats and politician

newspaper lay picture of people ripped apart
in a corner a blind child receives awards

man and animal conflict
immigration - refugee problem
shortage of food
surging flood

hot cup of tea served
wrist of the mother burnt

hurry for office

where to leave the kids

clean up the table