Convocation

A convocation of the many residing within

crawling out

from beneath the hypodermis

like ants

looming shadows of darkness veiling the light

grey scale of complexities –

in different shades

The blue lotus

rises from the depths

stain-less

the eye of the bud –

in perfect meditation

while

lamentations rise from every corner

dirges playing in different voices and tongues

smell of burning flesh –

the only incense

incantations –

spells, chants, prayers

do not bring back the dead

The revelation –

every moment of life

is a cupcake celebration

10 thoughts on “Convocation

  1. Amita Paul

    A poem full of contrasts covering a vast range of realities across earth and heaven , from the perfect bid of blue lotus to the burning pyres all around it , and from a host of dirges to uninterrupted cupcake celebrations , with an exhortation not to invoke the dead who are in fact hovering all across the frame of the poem .

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    The blue lotus

    rises from the depths

    stain-less

    the eye of the bud –

    in perfect meditation

    while

    lamentations rise from every corner… a contasting situation of perfection and lamentation in our current situation so very heart rendingly portayed …dear poet Sunita Singh…

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