Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer
Pinterest button
Comments Inbox

 

This is Zen

An empty box of wine on the 
sticky linoleum spells out the
breaking of caste;
here the plateau is littered with condom wrappers,
half-eaten scraps of
food and other assorted forms of trash.

Oh yeah, brother! this is 2009, a
brave new world begun with a blast, a
world where derricks burn and markets crash;
Here there be Tygers, here there be a
chance to break the Hindu cycle, to
rise like embers from the ash!

Please Login to post a comment



A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.