The wind blew
cold across meditating mounts
of the Western Ghats
as I walked streets
of human infestation
in a rain-shadow
where men and women labored
chasing their unceasing dreams
I had begun my walk
much before sunset.
Lo, now the stars have begun
to shimmer auguring a night of rest
What rest there can be
on the street where I am?
The wind wafted over fried
delicacies - somewhere fish,
somewhere meat and somewhere
just non-veg balderdash
for unsteady men inebriate.
Who understands the pain
of the beings that perish
on uncaring frying pans?
A mom just passed by,
her face lined with concern;
perhaps, her daughter hasn't returned
from school, who can understand her pain,
an anguish that called out to the skies
which those on the frying pans wailed
A female dog fully pregnant
labored across the street,
her heavy mammary glands
said the pain she bore;
she was shooed away everywhere
without remorse.
Who has time for mothers
In a rain-shadow that had no time for tears?
The wind, dispassionate, would blow all night
across filth and waste
and over plants that yearn to smile
with fresh flowers on the morrow
Wind is a wind
east or west
that augurs change.
Let us sing for the winds of change
blowing amid brooding mounts
where smiling moms, shimmering stars abound,
where pain and pangs don't dare to hound,
where female dogs have their glands unwound,
a paradise truly unbound
like a sonnet so profound
A wonderful poem. Seems you don't post as often anymore, but when you do, it's a masterpiece.
Thanks a lot, Kelly. Coming from a prolific, seasoned poet like you, your words of appreciation are a great honor for me. Yes, I write very infrequently these days, habitual lethargy being the main reason. Am also less inspired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on life. You have vividly portrayed the pains and intricacies of life. The last stanza is very moving and inspiring. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.10
I am immensely grateful to you, poet-friend. Your words would sure inspire me to write more.