A non -poem for Louis Kasatkin, poet, critic and admin of Destiny Poets group and website that has helped many Indian poets to come up, who is on a hunger strike due to unemployment, hoping to get this situation redressed – sixth day now, if I am correct.
I do not know you, Louis
except as the one who
encouraged many of us poets and critics
including ill fitting me
As a part of your noble, little recognized Destiny
You, a poet,
critic and Christian
belong to a dying breed
or the giving one
You strike now for a job, without food
I don’t know who will listen
I do not write this to get anything done.
I am not going to send you money, or get you a job somehow
or ask others for a pat on the back for writing this
or organize the writing of more poems
I write it because I wish
to thank you for
your subjective, unbiased reading of my poems
and little notes of criticism
and citations that made me happy when I read them
and I hope that your problems get sorted out soon
as I hope mine will too
Just one more futile gesture
the courage to call you brother,
for what is love without action?
It is just words.
This is not even poetry.