Listen,
Homo Economicus,
The rolling drum-beats
Of the
Lord Shiva;
The Compassionate One,
Is now angry, and
Manifest
In the fierce Rudra form,
The loud drum-beats
Distant, yet so near,
Terrible in sound
Like a
Wounded river
Roaring and pouncing,
The Rudra- Shiva,
In a dance-pose;
His feet slowly
Stamping, and thus
Dislodging the
Silent rocks,
Cleaving roads and mountains;
His eyes are red,
In this mini-Tandava Nritya
That shakes the holy terrain;
Terrible reverberations
Of the divine drum
Rock and
Dislodge the top soil,
And produce the slides;
There is death
And destruction
Everywhere;
His fury is finally unleashed,
Divine wrath visits
The sacred grounds,
Because you
Deliberately ignored
His earlier signs;
Listen to the rolling drum,
Now, at least,
And pay heed—
You, the dulled
Homo Economicus,
And do not annoy
The kind God further
By your unrestrained arrogance
And unlimited greed.
(Occasioned by the recent Uttarakhand disaster of June 16, 2013)
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Small minds with inflated egos took nature for granted !
This poem ,is one of those rarest of poetic phenomena,one seldom encountered ;a jeremiad ! Delivered with the hard-edged compassion usually associated with a prosecuting attorney in a courtroom,in this case the Court of public opinion.
A breathing world that can run like a rivulet through the life. Well-written.