You do not learn about Easter by going to church, necessarily.
If Easter is about defeating death
you learn of it when you put up a notification about a rape on fb
and since it is not Damini
get only one like, no comments and no shares
or when you put up one about autism and you get two
likes and ditto, ditto.
Then you know
you have to go on
and you do
and you defeat death, and then
it is Easter.
Easter, I meet you in my wife, relatives, friends, loves, lives, strangers, acquaintances, fictional characters –
how they are overcoming something, overcame many things
and in those who unknown to themselves or knowingly did something amazing,
removed the stone, came out alive;
who don’t like my mentioning their names, who either think I’m just playing to the gallery or anyway don’t want mention,
who came out from some kind of grey pallor of death, went on
in the “indestructible spirit” that defeats death.
May each of you share that Jesus’s spirit.

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

5 thoughts on “Easter

  1. Sunil

    Highly relevant! It celebrates the triumph of spirit pervading in ordinary folks and their extra-ordinary struggles. The concept of the Easter and its sacredness are learnt in a more mundane world, outside the sanctum sanctorum and glimpsed by the humanist poet in the majority of struggling masses, largely unsung.
    I find distant echoes of Tolstoy in this thinking.
    Fine poem, Koshy!

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