Who Did It? Poem by Santosh Bakaya

Who Did It?

Rating: 4.8


WHO DID IT?
Who did it?
I did not do it, you say?
Why then, are the skies permanently gray?
Not even a patch of brightness anywhere
Are the clouds scurrying around frantically
In search of sanity?
Oh, they are clouds of gun-smoke, you say?
How can guns be sane?
They kill, they main, they orphan
Even the flamboyant butterfly is sooted
The chatter of birds, ah, so muted
And the scare-crow in the saffron field looks scared.
This is the corollary damage of war
Forget it, you say
Close your eyes, this is beyond control
I close my eyes
But my ears hear the rumble of clouds, they are on a roll.
Don't be naïve, idealism is not the answer, you say.
I close my eyes
But still see children running around helter- skelter
Overhead the welter of clouds sniggers
As somewhere a gun is triggered.
I hear the wobbling of boats
And threnodic notes
And bloodcurdling screams and shattering of dreams
The world has gone crazy, it seems.
Oh no, more screams!
It needs to be institutionalized, I think
Are you on the brink? You say.
Who created this mess?
You did not, you emphatically say.
But why do I still see that toddler's eyes
Speaking to me from the newspaper page?
Close your eyes, close your eyes, you say
I cannot, I cannot, I will instead, write a poem.
I put pen to paper and title it, ‘Who did it'
A ravenous whirlwind draws nearer
As somewhere another child is hit
Quietly he breaks all earthly ties
And closes his eyes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alexander Coppedge 23 August 2016

Poet statement is heard, thrilling in its message read, and I found compelling in topic interests. Creative in its structuring poet saga takes reader upon a quest of ponderance. Thought-provoking views injected into the readers mind: I found to be exciting to senses. Good write.

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Santosh 15 January 2021

Thanks a ton for your edifying comment

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Dr Antony Theodore 23 August 2016

They kill, they main, they orphan Even the flamboyant butterfly is sooted The chatter of birds, ah, so muted And the scare-crow in the saffron field looks scared. beautiful poetic sentences with lots of images and conveying powerful the ideas which are very much needed today in the present world. thank you dear poet.......

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Santosh 15 January 2021

Thanks a ton for your kind words

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