People who have come
will obviously return.
But the tree shall remain.
And shall remain its branches
that bore the pain.
Poor tree – must have had an inkling
when dressed it was
with those gluttonous ropes.
The ropes that would be fed
with tractable necks –
tiny and inconsequential –
of the live-sacks.
The tree took it all –
drank drop by drop
until the necks ceased to flutter
and arrived at a formal standstill.
The twin sacks, turned lifeless,
hang in the air,
waiting to kiss the earth goodbye.
Morning unleashes the spectacle.
The twin dead-sacks now rest on ground
spread for the display.
Exhibitors throng the site
seeking answers where none exist.
Sloganeering, chest thumping,
prime time must follow.
Some heads rolled;
the world swiftly moves on
to some other destination
where another sack just had had
a tryst with her destiny.
Just the tree keeps the memory.
And the branches that bore the pain.
~Atul Kapoor
Kanpur, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
very well expressed, the pain they and there family went through is beyond imagination. May God help our society with the healthy mindset and humanity…
Gud 1 atul, hope u get more ideas n thought 2 share vith us all the very best .
Amazing. Thought provoking.
It distresses one for all the evil that surrounds our society..one word for your poetic expression, “Astounding”…kudos AK
Nice jiju..
Very heart touching poem jiju very well expressed
Moving lines Atul.. I could congratulate you for you words.. but a better credit would be to acknowledge the angst they communicated and I felt!
vry nicely expressed.
Don’t know how much more is required for awakening. Appears there’s a long way for us to be called humans & God’s greatest creation. Impressive & thought Provoking Atul!