What harp would you play,
As nascent humanity burns?
Megalomaniacs stoking
Fires into ones own homes!!
What agendas, What spotlights?
What headlines are sought?
Which God, Which heaven
Which pilgrimage is reached?
Feeling ashamed to be called human
As if my own skin melts, eyes bleed, ears torn..
Excesses of a narcissism, A belief to be born for purpose
Striking rebellions, slaughter without rhyme or reason…
When will it dawn we are here just like sand, waves, grass,
Ephemeral with no greater design but as part of a picture
Its the choice of becoming smile or sore on nature’s muse
But today its all black, red, opaque, dense and clotted…..
What harp would you play,as tender velvet rose gardens bleed?

-Shashikala Sasidharan-
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About Shashikala Sasidharan Elambakkattu

Shashikala S. is Post Doctoral Research Fellow at Rutgers University, USA working on developmental genetic and cellbiology. She has a doctorate in Proteomics and Cell Biology (Bio-technology) from Rajiv Gandhi Centre of Biotechnology (DBT), INDIA. And is actively involved with academic research, but poetry and painting are her passion. She writes on the realms of cosmic spirituality,nature's mysticism and egalitarian philosophy. Her poems have been published Kannur University Magazine, Tellicherry, Kerala and in anthologies 'Resonance" by "Poets Artists Unplugged" and "Across The Way" and at

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