Really do you believe
The wheel of time turned and turned
Lives into cross and man into Christ;
That is this day of amazing sculpture
When the sun of a anew era is rising
On the horizon…
He is getting us a new gift of a new ‘Geetha’
A Geetha, which roars about Revolution
And Martyrdom…
Today this heroic new Era shattered the
Chains of prisonership and changed man
Into a gigantic force….
That force that man is aggrandising the
Frontierless sky, as if the steps he laid
On earth is not enough.
Iron coloured dawns and gunpowder odours
Are awaking, itching for war, sleeping
In the muscles and drumming an Era’s
Slogans and ideologies… the trash and
Rubbish, all that of that era vanished
With the pages of history…
Man rolled in terrific emotions, is being
Washed off to new shores,
As like the orb of sun oscillating between
East and West; between the shores of
Light and darkness.
That very new and hefty man
Is dashing against the sky from the
Old dilapidated caves of
History and dragging untruth
To cross-
Seshendra Sharma
The city is in chaos
these days that Love
has felt tired of walking
and has decided to take a nap
on its asphalt
The sidewalks are full of people
who came to see what is going on,
and since no one takes the risk
of stepping on so strange a visitor,
streets are not being crossed,
traffic has stopped existing
no car dares to move
or to pass through, the crowd
has become almost impossible.
No one can get anywhere.
So, a pact has been made
unanimous and silent:
thieves cannot run
so they don't steal,
sick people are being carried
by the nearest group of policemen,
we stop fires using buckets
we fill with water
and pass hand to hand.
We are helping our neighbors
because we know we need them strong,
we are working together
for food and confort
of this frontierless community
that has arisen.
As long as we don't get to our offices.
we don't get any money
and we are exchanging everything
Priorities by now have changed
and all the rest with them
Oh my God!
The city is in chaos
unrecognizable these days when
Love has lain down on its asphalt.
Patricia Evans