Hey I am back after a long time. This was a poem written by me long ago out of my high emotions. Some of them read it but I didn't make public my poetic skills! ;)
WITHERED
The sun shone on a thick,
Brown wasted mass of wood.
Garbage strewn all over.
Legging to it at the end,
A gypsy girl with uncombed,
Multicoloured hair and
A tin tuna can with dirty
Drinking water stopped
To observe.
Vendors,Hawkers, Policemen,
Little children, Big children,
Blind eyes, Sleeping eyes
Unconcerned legs, concerned mouths
All passed by
But none saw what she saw.
Water sacrificed
Thirsty girl pearled a smile.
Sun shone brightly ,
Sweat trickled from her
Forehead aiming to quench.
Vendors,Hawkers, Policemen,
Little children, Big children,
Blind eyes, Sleeping eyes
Unconcerned legs, concerned mouths
All passed by as usual.
Girl too never gave up.
Heart fresh as ever
Inside a worn out body.
Nature goddess blessed her.
Flowers sold, leaves weaved,
Fruits eaten.
Seasons never failed
The gypsy maiden.
Fearful eyes, hanging tongues.
Breathed on her.
Noise vibrated the leaves.
Maiden never returned.
Sun shone brightly on the
Thick brown mass of wood.
Garbage strewn stood waiting...
Please don't comment/judge on the technical aspects of poetry. Its just something done on my own. Very unscientific and after all, things from the heart are like that!
O BOY!
ReplyDeleteI EXACTLY DONT GET WAT U R TRYING TO SAY... BUT AFTER READING THIS POEM IT DOES SMTHG TO ME! DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN THRU WORDS!
HAPPY TO C U BACK IN BLOGGING. ALL THE BEST FOR UR FUTURE POSTINGS!
Never listen to you do I? Dude, we never knew you could write poems. Heck, we thought you were a nerd nose deep inside thick books. What the hell were you thinking you idiot. Why did you hide from us your this side. You're lucky we met last on the last day of college. Because I'm itching to slap you for never letting us know your softer, brighter side. Mirumatha, how could you do this to your friends. This is aN INSULTTTT! AAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!S
ReplyDeleteWell, there are many interpretations for the poem but what I had in mind was the total uncaring attitude of man not only towards Nature as symbolised by the thick brown mass of wood but also towards his fellow beings as symbolised by the gypsy woman.
ReplyDeleteThe gypsy woman helps the withered tree and reaps the benefits of its fruits.
Various kinds of people pass by neither bothered about the woman nor the tree. When she gets raped and killed the tree withers again.
The poem ends with a note of hope that Nature is waiting patiently that someday all this will change, the society will change and man's attitude will move towards the better.