To think things through
And to see through things
Observe bewildered queues
Of ordinary sinners in the sun
Begging for their rationed dues
Consoled by the wise
That ” in the coming days”
Sacrifice shall lead us
Through the haze
To the promised land
Now cloaked in shadows:
Smog-infected souls
Purified indoors
Wandering
In the masked capital
Learning to inhale once more
Unable to see
After the festival.
It is ever the mark of a true poet that their work is distinguished by an ability to examine the world through the unerring lens of their calling.
Thank you very much, Louis.
A beautiful poem Vijay.
Thank you very much, John.
A delightful read
Thank you,Gopal.
Engaging
Thank you,Jimmy.