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Thu 4 Dec, 2003 12:35 pm
The stranded God.......
Sprawling the hands
Of murderers and looters
The sun went down the hill.
Reading the papers,
Sucking death sip by sip,
A new day dawn
Killing the night sky.
Morning dews dried up
Like the hopes of the people.
Time keeps going
Leaving God behind
Looking for a solitary streak
Of hope peeping the keyhole
Of his temples and mosques….
People are busy on the road
Looking for hapless preys
To quench their blood thirst.
On the day of December 6….
Stranded on the roads of India
Is a hapless soul of heaven –?
The God……
(December 6 is the day when Babri Masjid was demolished in India. The two communities could not come to terms with each other for the last 12 years. And this day is a dreaded day for all peace loving Indians, when their whole lives would be thrown on the streets, to the mercy of fundamentalists on either side……..)
Fascinating. Evocative, haunting writing as well.
cavfancier wrote:Fascinating. Evocative, haunting writing as well.
Thankyou.....
People who know India and its polities may understand this poem well.....
I don't know if it relates directly to what you have written but this poem really speaks to me. I think God is stranded. No matter which god one worships it has been stranded, God has been stranded by us. We have walked away to our own selfish interests and I am glad to see that other people recognize this. I am from the USA and greed has run rampant and at times it feels like I am alone in trying to live a selfless life for the benefit of the the world and human kind. Thankyou Shajahan.
Also, Shajahan, do you ever read Walt Whitman? I am some times reminded of him by your free style of peotry. I don't know your feelings on Whitman but I really like him so please take this as a compliment.
darkshade wrote:Also, Shajahan, do you ever read Walt Whitman? I am some times reminded of him by your free style of peotry. I don't know your feelings on Whitman but I really like him so please take this as a compliment.
I have read some of his poems translated in my native language - as a model to teach how to construct the presentation of a poem...... I am yet to read him as a poet........
The stranded God - I wrote with the specific subject in my mind but I have also taken care not to limit its appeal to only that incident.......
Thank you, darkshade.......
Shajahan, this is absolutely brilliant, a poiganant, evocative memory of the day when brotherhood died in India.
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