Religion makes us bow down.
Commitments compel us to flow down.
Fear forces us to lie down.
Distress tracks us almost down.
Struggle combats with thrust down.
Survival is the only thought that blows down.
Back tracking is ever too easy.
Keeping up the promise is never too easy.
Eating up the words is ever too easy.
Hearing slander is never too easy.
Listening to praise is ever too easy.
The world moves on round and round.
The interruption of movement is never found.
People’s talk reverberates with full sound.
Their activity advances never with a bound.
The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.
No other means seeks a serious wound.
Living in the middle of conceit and greed
Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.
Well, money has always been the prime need.
It is a requirement to arrange a feed.
What then is the crux of the deed?
It is something that directs to a bleed.
This transaction has been going on for years.
It has been carried out without any fear.
Nestling behind the scene in the rear.
We trace a slight jerk which is out of gear.
The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.
As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.
In the early evening I felt a shudder.
The chair rocked a while.
The table shook a second.
The building jolted a minute.
The head wobbled dizzy.
There was panic all over.
It was only the day before.
It was a hot afternoon.
There was not even a breeze.
The tremor caught us unaware.
We were left gaping at the disaster.
The disaster was not heavy.
There were no casualty in the run.
There was no monetary loss in the trend.
The people got evacuated for reasons known
The coastal area felt devastated expressing a frown.
The devastation was not physical to the core.
The scare was thoroughly profound all the more.
The apprehension was killing at the most.
The recollections were fearful foretelling a Tsunami
There was a deadly silence reminiscent of a melancholic sadness.
The desolation carried a reference of lethal premonition.
The desolation started to overwhelm in magnitude.
The will to live was driving everyone in platitude.
Nature has its own way of signalling its motion.
It warns the people of their shortfalls.
Wittingly,we cause damage to her in our own way.
Destroying the environment morbidly.
Morbidly we throng the habitations in multitudes
Recklessly we contaminate the earth committing destitute.
Unmindful of her great discomfort and terrible plight
Patience has been her virtue for long.
Destruction has been our goal for too long.
Playing with Nature is dangerous,mind you
Kidding her virtuosity is harmful,beware.
Humiliating her is perilous,be warned.
She would suddenly break with a vengeance.
Throwing out and tearing everything in a violence.
Moving from home is disagreeable to me,
Putting things in a bag is a distraction to me,
Exiting from the vibrancy of the house is impractical to me.
Well, that may be the case for my physical activity,
I get ahead in great acceleration with my mind in totality,
It travels through all spheres in fine dexterity,
Crossing countries and continents in high velocity.
Alighting on the wings of fantasy my mind flies,
Goes as far as the fourteenth century events in tries,
Gleefully transcends in the realm in short strides.
Galloping as fast as it could as likely as the horse rides.
Lying in comfort, I visualise the Great Barrier reef in its glory,
Sitting in the patio, I dream of the Alps in its beauty,
Walking around, I hear the London Bridge revealing its story,
Attending to my duties, my inward eyes capture the Himalayas in stability.
It might sound odd to most of you as far from reality,
You might term me mildly lunatic distanced from sensibility,
I might look a little peculiar figure leading away from credibility,
Well, that is me a lonely being very much against rationality.
Yet we have to.
It is difficult to forget,
If we have strong memory.
It is difficult to forget,
If the incidents hurt us.
the mind recollects,
anger rises up,
the heart thumps,
the nose twitters,
the eyes flutter,
the mouth quivers,
the face reddens,
the body gets flared up,
Alas! it is difficult to forget,
But we have to.
Winding up my work,
Folding all the documents,
Caught hold of a paper,
Stuck in between the files,
Crushed and crumpled,
Torn and tattered,
I pulled it to throw away,
On second thought opened it,
Startled and staggered,
I gazed at it,
I read it ,
Not once but twice,
I went through it again,
My eye balls came out,
My jaws threw open,
My neck stretched further,
It was,it was——-,
A precious note,
A dear one,
Well, I myself have forgotten,
Years ago,I clinched the top rank,
Received a gold medal from the chancellor.
I went back some three and a half decades,
Visualised the day in great intensity,
A sprightly young girl hopping on to the stage,
Oh! What a remarkable day it was.