Bewildered I

I see an ebony-coated elephant sheltering a rain-soaked rabbit under its gentle girth—
Is it fair, I wonder, to encapsulate empathy in whimsical sizes ?
I, also, see a lonely child wandering at the city-edge, lost in its own dreamy world…
While all around him, flows tears in daily streams.
Meanwhile, the diffident Sun peeks in from amidst the foreboding clouds, as though, seeking to dart in a ray of cheer !
On his disappearance, the wan moon sneaks in cynically from behind the motley, agitating clouds, only to be seen to jeer
the know-all ilk for keeping the child in cyclical hunger :
A morsel thrown on here and there—
Bruised and tattered; not realizing the prickly sense of being abandoned — wonder-struck in a gushy state of gay abandon…
Not knowing pain in its form,but, feeling only natural joy in its frail frame, sighting the chirpy birds and the sky-filling rainbow—
WHAT transpired at the poignant point of the child’s exalted birth?
WHAT or WHO is conspiring systematically to brutalize, inexorably, its soul laden with innocence ?
WHAT or WHO has the unassailable answers ?
Or, the suppressed questions ?
WHO is maintaining a studied silence, AND, WHAT is lying dormant at the bottom of the pit ?—
p—i—t— of the conscience of the Al(l)mighty. The Hoary.
Creation. OR?

( ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.(C). KUMAARA SUKEJA. JULY 2015.)

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About Kumaara Sukeja

As for my bio-tidbits, had studied English Literature for my B.A ( Hons.) degree in the 70s.Dad was a writer and a journalist of repute in the vernacular media in his time. There were also others before him in the family who had celebrated works in their names in the Kanarese, the local language.I was fascinated by Ogden Nash for one for his originality. Among the literary devices, I have almost a weakness for Alliteration and Rhyme schemes also come easy to me. As one grows mellow with age—I am Sixty–I guess, Empathy is one virtue that develops in the character, naturally, after shedding a lot of flab throughout the years…Although my name is Ramesha, I prefer to write under my pen name.

8 thoughts on “Bewildered I

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    For the casual reader ,this is a poem that assails ones everyday assumptions with incisive and thought-provoking precision. It left me with the impression that it might be or could work as a live spoken word performance ?

    A great first post and share !! Feel free to post some relevant biographical info should you wish to do so.

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  2. Kumaara Sukeja

    Hi, Thanks for the compliment.In your appraisal,with your virtuosity, I can only only wait with a bated breath as to how you would suggest to take forward the idea of a live spoken word performance, at you end while still swallowing, at my end, the huge compliment on ” BEWILDERED” from you given so graciously.

    WITH BEST REGARDS.
    Kumaara.

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