I have a sweet home,
A loved wife, celestial children,
Nice neighbours,
And a fine job,
So why do I speak?
I have the warmth of the sun
Coolness of the moon,
Bliss of night, embrace of the hills,
Seas and the skies,
So why do I speak?
Buddha, Krishna, Jesus, Yahweh, Nanak,
Muhammad and other prophets —all have spoken
For light and kindle seas of masses
What else is left to speak now?
I’m a great commoner
Happy with home and hearth,
Who am I to speak against wrongs,
Ills, and wounds?
Moreover, I’m apolitical poet
I worship nature and its immaculate beauty,
Children and farmers, workers and flowers,
Drink fine arts and crafts by indigenous wo/men,
And I’m happy!
So why do I speak against civilized ills, wounds, and wrongs?
A quandary of the modern man portrayed in a lucid, impressive style
humbled dear poet, much for me!
A conundrum so beautifully expressed.
humbled dear poet, stay blessed,
An elegantly crafted poetic cri-de-coeur that underscores the axiom that,It is ever the hallmark of a true Poet that their work addresses the everyday concerns of our Society.
Thank you very much dear poet. You are too liberal in your comment. Happy that you have unearthed the true essence of the poem,
There is a great need to continue voicing out our thoughts on the ills in our society…. , the more so by poets who feel intensely the ‘civilized ills, wounds, and wrongs’ …
thank you so much dear poet for your inspiration, stay blessed.
Too beautifully depicted the needs of modernity!
humbled dear poet,
thank you dear poet, happy that you like it,
The eternal quandary of a sensitive poet , very well expressed. Kudos !
humbled dear poet,