Beloved, this dying day is no different
Like muted gongs, this child of the stony night
Promises no sound of rain. How many more lives
Do we offer on this hungry altar that knows no prayer?
How many deaths do we die like withered spirits?
Only this road, this fiery eyed beast shall know
Beloved, let this dusty wind break at your feet
This wind deserves no mercy. Beloved, we are tied
To these white sands that offer no warmth, this nightbird
That sings no song to the children of this cruel night. Beloved
Only the promise of this failing dawn shall keep us alive.
Beloved, this night is a bereaved widow
With wounds that refuse to heal. How many more births
Do we live like barren souls? How many scalding nights
Shall pass like this howling wind? Which gates shall guard us
Against the cruel insurrection of this frigid adversary?
Only the quivering flames of my ancestors’ pyres
Shall promise us another barren answer
Another touching poem....beautiful..
ReplyDeletei hav read ur 18 poems in all till nw and it seems our poet is getting better and better with each poem......
ReplyDeleteAnurag, it is one of the finest pieces I have read here... You seem to be searching on one hand while seem to have already found what you desired.. Specially when you say
ReplyDeleteBeloved, this night is a bereaved widow
With wounds that refuse to heal.
I remember Amrita Pritam who said once:
Ye Zindgi to ek raat thee
ki hum to jagte rahe
Aur kismat ko neend aa gyee...
One one hand your poem searches something outside and on the other it "searches" and "harrows" something inside too....
Where are the other lunatics???? LOLZ! Was just reading 'About me'..... baba, good work. keep it up!
ReplyDeleteBeloved, we are tied
ReplyDeleteTo these white sands that offer no warmth, this nightbird
That sings no song to the children of this cruel night...
beautiful.........
"How many more births
Do we live like barren souls? How many scalding nights
Shall pass like this howling wind? Which gates shall guard us
Against the cruel insurrection of this frigid adversary"
very matured.....yes hw many more lives can we live like ds??barren..bare??bt then again..how many births we live?or lives we live??
" promise of this failing dawn shall keep us alive"..a failing dawn offering hope??
anyway its a matured poem..i got to say..ur moving on my dear...dts wt i love d most.....