Sound of heavy boots plundered sleep
Explosives are fallow land’s reap
Shadowy figures weaving net
A huge haul of life’s the target
We sink into the quagmire deep
A grain of wisdom is time’s need
To uproot this blood hungry weed
But blame-game is rending the air
All ears are deaf to our
peace-prayer
Selfies reap the yield of their
seed*
*We are now living in constant threat
of terrorism. Military forces everyday are busting the militants’ dens and
discovering explosives. Rulers & oppositions are engaged in exchanging
expletives while the criminals are making good their escape. Commoners are
suffocating in this political quagmire.
The poem is written in Quintilla
/ Spanish Quintain form with eight syllables in each line and 5 lines a
stanza & the rhyme scheme is a. a. b. b. a.
The poem is written for Kerry’s
Sunday Mini-Challenge: In Other Words @ Real Toads where we are to select one
of the two given titles from two books and substitute our own words in place of
those indicated below and write a new poem under the title we’ve created. The
books were: a) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the
Night-Time, a
mystery novel by British writer Mark Haddon. b) A Grain of Wheat, a novel by Kenyan novelist Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
1.
The --- Incident of the ---in the
---time.
2.
A --- of wheat
3.
A grain of---
&
Shiny green changes mind
Surely yellows and reds
Sudden burst of colors
Spells a catastrophe
Silence slowly descends
Supernovas in trees
Written for MTB & Vandana’s
prompt Pleiades
So much nourishment, refuge,
forbearance, forgiveness yet we care not
Mother being stripped, violated,
strangled to death yet we care not
Sand tongues are growing longer
and lapping up our life yet we care not
Motherless children wail for a
droplet of mercy yet clouds care not
The leaves are still
Air quiet
Sighs are granite here
Words frozen
Shadows move about
Hearts are empty
A cuckoo’s song fills the void
The pink sun greets a blue star
Sequined night sky looks festive
The sleeping angel
Is in the new home
Of peaceful rest
Written for Laurie’s
prompt Graveyard @ Poetry Jam
We rarely see the moon
Our eyes are heavy
Even before darkness has set in
What can keep us awake?
Words from his mouth
Alphabets from the pages
Even dark ink
Is our moonlight
Kailash Satyarthy* is our sun
And we love
Walking in the dazzling sun
* Kailash Satyarthi is an electrical engineer
and an Indian children's rights activist and a Nobel Peace Prize Laureate. He
founded the Bachpan Bachao Andolan in 1980 and has acted to protect the rights
of more than 83,000 children from 144 countries. Wikipedia
I have used the first line of the
final stanza of the poem “To Rest In The Shade” by Eugenio Montale in the title and in the last
line of my poem.
The soft dewdrop eyes
Reflect the dreamy light
The sun is hidden in the heart
Who can put out the life
In whose veins rush the bright
stars?
Flame of the sacred fire
Touches the frozen desires
And melts the fear
Of thousand butterflies
To rise higher and reach the sky
Posted for Poetry
Pantry @ Poets United
Four mighty beaks
Of velvet ravens
Dug into the soft mud
And flew away
With the pond
Holding its four corners
The Ganges dolphin sighed
Not to find Joel Robinson there
Posted for Bjorn’s prompt @ MTBdVerse
