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| Graveyard with mourner's bench (Photo credit: lawnborghini) |
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| Graveyard 2 (Photo credit: lindsayshaver) |
A Window Onto the Graveyard
I Watch.
I Watch
her.
I Watch her weeping.
I Watch her weeping.
I Watch
her weeping alone.
I Watch her weeping alone adjacent to a body.
I Watch her weeping alone adjacent to a body.
A dead
body.
Probably her husband.
The
loneliness of her grief,
The only company of the huddled figure,
brings a
lump into my throat
And a couple of tears in my eyes.
Thats all. I shut the window.
One more
dead.
One more all alone.
So ? So
what.
I go to sleep hearing the wails.
I get up
lïstening to the cries.
The
graveyard is just nearby.
They
come, they dig, they bury.
I see. I turn away
Finishing
my remaining sandwich.
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| Mount Everest from Kalapatthar. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
FUTILITY
Mt.
Everest Shivers...
Not from
the cryogenic temperatures or the
burden of
the scintillating snow. It contemplates its existence!
Mt. Everest Shivers...
They came in ones and twos.
Trudging up they tore the Tranquility.
Dogged and dimwits! Clawing their way up. A whisper
of mine led to their mortality by the engulfing
boulders.
Mt.
Everest Shivers...
For
centuries I had been the Lord of
all I
could see, after having sheared my way out of the earthy womb
of Fire
and Turbulence; And covered myself with an icy countenance to
perhaps
wipe out the memories of the scorching birth. Kidnapped, I did, the
Voluptous
clouds to my solitary harem. I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of their brushing against
my face.
Then came
the Two! One broad—shouldered. Other narrow—eyed. I, the loftiest of them all,allowed
them. They climbed upto the top and their joy was a joy to watch.Magnanimous, I
felt. Ecstatic they.
Mt.
Everest Shivers...
The two
went back. Came more, first in a trickle, later in steady
streams.
My relenting was their success. But now they say — “Mt. Everest is conquered!” I
no more mean the same to them. The earlier awe replaced by smugness. And I filled
with remorse (and beer cans and plastic bags and...). My magnanimity my
destroyer.
They
came. I relented. And they have ‘conquered’.
Beautiful Poetry Sir !!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ananya though I Was not good!
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