Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Impossibility
It is an impossible train
Running through an endless tunnel
Most compartments
Are nightmare made:
A few imported from Paradise
A septuagenarian nun
Is gang raped and………
Culprits roam about scot free
Girl child is unwanted
And killed before seeing
The light of the day
Cacophony of politicians
Their adulterated promises
Wedding bells in discord
Ivory towers of the rich
Beauty wafting from the fragrance
Of Buddha’s lotus, incense sticks,
Joy glittering in church stained glasses
And even in some golden hearts
Sari clad beggar mothers
Film stars in skimpy dresses
Tagore songs at traffic signals
Lofty ideals of renunciation
Still picking up a few
Sigh of the oppressed
Students after being beaten
Offering flowers
To the posse of policemen
Etc. Etc.
A never-ending train
Like the tunnel…
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I like how you showed both sides of the coin and, of course, much prefer the late compartments. I also enjoyed the beauties of India we can glimpse in your poem.
ReplyDeleteWell written. You have nailed it so beautifully! Loved the first paragraph :)
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely exquisite..! Love the imagery... the general idea of the poem... simply remarkable!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed :D
xoxo
Life does go on, and in every corner of the world, choices are being made. This is beautifully captured with such depth.
ReplyDeleteI appreciated the varied views you presented in each stanza, Sumana. Some were very sad and tragic, and a very few were joyful. I almost felt as if I was traveling with someone with a camera who came upon different scenes and recorded them for all to see.
ReplyDeleteSumana,
ReplyDeleteI'm very much aware from reading newspaper items, of some of the dreadful happenings in India at present. So scary and sad for those who may be at greatest risk, from the unknown dangers nearby. All this, when we watch DVDs of films set in India, with such lavish backdrops...Impossible to appreciate, in the face of this awful reality of today..
Eileen
Is it possible to stop the train and get it on the right track? I would hope it is not an impossibility.
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery of the train and its compartments. And life is indeed full of a great variety of possibilities--I hope for the best of course. Good prompt.
ReplyDeletei didnt like the fact of an endless tunnels, however, there is where the theme of impossiblilty must be stashed; for hope say there must be an end and a new beginning
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much love...
Indeed, the discord in our world seems to fuel the impossibility of peace on earth - though, as is the case in your poem, from time to time . . . joy glitters.
ReplyDeleteScreech of frustration....
ReplyDeletePowerful writing.
Your poem reminds of several unpleasant happenings but things will get on track if we all strive together for peace and love. Deep lines, indeed.
ReplyDeleteYour poem throws in the troubled waters of a stormy world where calm seems impossible, Sumana. And yet you throw light rays of hope and one can glimpse sunny distant shores in the distance...
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