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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Tuesday, 21 April 2020

it is so ironic

flapping in Wuhan
a Chrysalis caused chaos

Earth rests on its back

it is so ironic
while the whole of mankind
is in a cage
the animals run wild and free
and mock us
seeing us in jail
it is so ironic
as we battle
an invisible enemy
waging a strange kind of star
all these tanks, missiles,bombs
and warships
prove a mere vanity
against nature's wrath
it is so ironic
while we dance
on the streets,beat plates,utensils
and light lamps
as one by one the brave
doctors and nurses fall
we shamelessly kick
out of their homes
their very kind
it is so ironic
while from the foreign shores
the rich ferry this disease to our land
a strange paradox
it is only the poor and the homeless
who in thousands die
it is so ironic
while humankind
still tirelessly tries to find a cure
this very pandemic is making
our ailing mother nature heal
it is so ironic
while the silent intruder
performs its gory dance of death
here in my land
in the name of religion
sadly people still do fight
it is so ironic
here in Ladakh
it was yesterday
in the stillness of the night
that i tried writing these lines
while outside
bizarrely
in the middle of spring
snow fell

8 comments:

Saibal Barman said...

rich thoughts...it touches where it should...carries emotions and truth in perfect balance...loved it

sohrab alam said...

congratulations Rigzin bro for
wonderful piece of poetry. It really touches the inner layer of the heart. while reading i spell bound to it....

Unknown said...

It indeed is!
Thanks for sharing.
Welcome back!

Aggauta said...

it's too relatable to the current situation you penned down asthetic poem...lovely dramatically wordplay...kudos!

Deepro Chakraborty said...

Thoroughly enjoyed the poem. Thanks for describing the situation in such an aesthetic way!

Yoshay said...

Truly, it is ironic. Very aptly written to describe the state of the world we're living in. Keep writing!

Valli said...

So well poetically described the current situation. Beautifully penned! Keep writing often :)

Jyoti Mishra said...

Good one rigzin
Captures the anxiety that we all are going through