Was It A Trance? Poem by Rahul Singh Rana
Was It A Trance?
Wind was crashing into my face
It took me for a moment
Into a trance.
Never was I
In such a trance.
Maybe
It was the work of
some clandestine power.
Or
Was there some illusion
In that power?
I felt a meak scent,
Following the wind.
I started challenging the wind
I felt,
As if
Wind accepted my challenge
It grew stronger.
That scent grew strange
And familiar too!
Was it a cry or
Was it someone too happy?
My trance suggested.
Maybe it was
a child crying
Over his dead parents
Or
someone living in affluence
Rejoicing with his parents.
Or
Was it someone shouting
At his parents,
So called alive?
Maybe it was
a child weeping in solitude
For, this day too, his empty stomach
is complaining
Or
Maybe someone wasting food,
Because enough of food
too is compalining.
Or
Maybe someone complaining
Over the food he is served.
Maybe it was
A cry of a small child
Who wants to study
But,
Adolescence of whose
Is kept dangling
In between bitter truths of life.
Or
Maybe of a child
Victim who is,
Of too much work.
Or
Maybe someone in riches
Not wanting to study.
Maybe it was someone singing
With the wind.
Or
Someone irritated
From the wind!
Or
Was it someone
Not bothered
About the wind!
May be it was
Someone crying in despair,
Pondering over,
“why me again? ”
Or
Was it someone
Cherishing one more triumph
Or
Was it someone
Still trying?
The wind suddenly stopped,
Took me out of that trance.
But,
Was it really a trance?
Were those the cries
Or
Someone so happy?
For days I slept in a trance
But,
Was it really a trance?
Those cries in hunger
Or
That merry making sounds
Were all present
In the same wind.
It was not a trance
But true diversities
Carried by the same wind.
Amazing stuff. Not 150% what I'd usually go for being that I'm ever the simpleton but it's really amazing! It really gets you thinking in a deep and open minded way. Very inspiring too. :)
Yes really provocative poem, provocative questions and provocative seeking the answers! But not only provocative but also rousing of one!
Rahul, I gave it a nine. At sixty years of age it is a trance you will never recover from in this day and age!
Very interesting thought. I used to be hungry a lot, I know the feeling, but in reality everything means something. We eat food which is equal to spiritual food. We starve when we are stagnating somewhere and we do not have the opportunity to learn. It is just a passing time. The more wisdom you want to pick up, you will have more food. However, many people are overweight, because what they learn not able to digest.
i thought this was a very good poem it is full of mystery and passion and full of power. good job :)
it may be vivid portrayal of social reflection deeply acting upon the human psyche by the plight of child in the niche of our society, at times it predominates over our mind riling by the grueling facets of diversities, still a humanistic approach, well penned, thanks for sharing
To be there To be there I saw yesterday I get today I will be free from tommorow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A well written poem that expresses different actions and emotions and their parallel opposites (Plutarchian) . Keep up the good writing, Rahul.