Out of the cleft lip comes
a muffled voice
on the turn of events,
to interrupt a call.
Then the panic rises,
the blood was oozing from the larynx.
The winding mountain path goes to the end
of blessing where the prayer drowns.
What was happening to the golden land?
Did the green worry about the iced peaks,
from where the glaciers take a bend
to enter the valley?
Who was negotiating the winds?
The logic between the stars and moon?
Huge gods were speaking to the men
in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,
not heading my grief.
The dust was crying.
SATISH VERMA
I see
I see that kid in the corner of the orphanage with that pesky cleft lip that nobody
wants to call theirs.
I see his hope.
His sorrow.
His hatred.
I see
I see that poor woman down the street with that abusive husband that she never
tells anyone about.
I see her wishfulness.
Her cuts and bruises.
Her fear.
I see
I see that sad tree in the tropics with that blood-red X splashed across it waiting to
be cut down.
I see it's lost future.
It's homeless would've-been residents.
It's weakness.
I see
I see a world that needs to open their eyes. A world that has the choice to make a
difference but chooses poorly.
I see it's weakness and it's strength.
I see it's past and it's future.
I see it's healthy and it's ill.
But most of all,
I see it's problem and it's solution.
One funny day,
a man and a wife,
attempted to bury a child,
alive and free
because she was sick,
all the times.
The couple who already
had a child,
found it hard to live with a child,
with a cleft lip.
What they did,
they tied her in rags and backcloth,
and placed her in the coffin,
hoping her to die before they reach,
their home place!
What impressed me,
the baby didn't die miles and miles!
But she cried at the grave,
when she was about,
to be buried at once.
The mourners heard the noise,
and all were shocked,
to discover the truth that the baby
was still alive.
It was a hard time round and round,
and difficult to believe.
What a funny day,
and what a funny act!
Ignorance in the world,
makes people mad,
and always little knowledge,
makes the head sick,
and the brain at large.