Pied Piper’s race…

Sometimes it’s tradition,
Or just a rite of passage,
To achieve, attain,
To be seen successful,
Following it like god’s own word,
As we heard…that they were his.

But who first heard?
God speak all this wisdom?
Who first told?
That success is happiness?
Was it in a poem, a ballad,
An epithet, epic or just a Myth?

The blind following the blind,
The rats racing up to the attic,
A pied piper is tuning his flute,
And we all ran along to drown.
All that heard was music in head,
In tranced belief swim we must.

Racing to a fate,
For the final cleanse.

A pied piper is smiling within.

Shashikala Sasidharan
June 15, 2016

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About Shashikala Sasidharan Elambakkattu

Shashikala S. is Post Doctoral Research Fellow at Rutgers University, USA working on developmental genetic and cellbiology. She has a doctorate in Proteomics and Cell Biology (Bio-technology) from Rajiv Gandhi Centre of Biotechnology (DBT), INDIA. And is actively involved with academic research, but poetry and painting are her passion. She writes on the realms of cosmic spirituality,nature's mysticism and egalitarian philosophy. Her poems have been published Kannur University Magazine, Tellicherry, Kerala and in anthologies 'Resonance" by "Poets Artists Unplugged" and "Across The Way" and at https://www.facebook.com/shashikalapoemsandthoughts/

3 thoughts on “Pied Piper’s race…

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Suffice to say that I found this to be a poetic divertissement non-pareil. A delightful cocktail, stirred not shaken of trenchant, perspicacious insight with a dash of the sardonic.

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