One day they struck together two wild stones.
Fire, they invented.
Or discovered it may be.
Then, one day, they called it sacred.
Then, one day, they called it sacred.
And performed yajnas,
from birth to marriage to death to eternity.
from birth to marriage to death to eternity.
Then,they began,to burn in it a fellow species.
Fire, they claimed,
would lead to heaven,both the dead and the 'sati'.
Today,they know fire.
A chemical reaction producing smoke.
and warming up the globe.
Whether with firearms,
which kids in our cities play with.
or those by militants and armies,in a Ukraine, Syria, Mosul or Tikrit.
Paradoxically.
On this warming up globe,
Fire, they claimed,
would lead to heaven,both the dead and the 'sati'.
Today,they know fire.
A chemical reaction producing smoke.
and warming up the globe.
Whether with firearms,
which kids in our cities play with.
or those by militants and armies,in a Ukraine, Syria, Mosul or Tikrit.
Paradoxically.
On this warming up globe,
In this world on fire,raging red.
We're all getting colder,
with indifference or hatred.
As I shiver again, another cold night,
on this warming up globe,
and with every sound of the gun.
I think of, the fire
You once lit up on my forehead, one evening
when you drew up on it, the sun.
Which fire lives forever,
and which perishes with this globe and me.
Is for mankind to see.
So, You want which one?
We're all getting colder,
with indifference or hatred.
As I shiver again, another cold night,
on this warming up globe,
and with every sound of the gun.
I think of, the fire
You once lit up on my forehead, one evening
when you drew up on it, the sun.
Which fire lives forever,
and which perishes with this globe and me.
Is for mankind to see.
So, You want which one?
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Nice!
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DeleteGreat take!
ReplyDeletethank u.
DeleteInteresting! At first, it seemed like the evolution of fire! Then it became something more!
ReplyDeleteEvolution of mankind.
ReplyDeletewe sing of a life full of joys
ReplyDeleteand wandering through places
could it be that we hate
how we chose to win races?
in making everyone around us proud
and pleasing those who matter
have we forgotten the real lessons
and to make this world better.
a world where only the end matters
and not the journey that teaches
friendship, love and selfless acts
are found only in speeches.
following thoughtless laws and ideas
people are immersed in the world
while they can be floating on it
like a bubble unattached in dreamworld.
I really liked these lines. beautifully written.
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Deleteyour poem inspired this....your writing has depth, i hope the poet is utilising the time before mussorie takes over...
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