This is no pleasure trip, no voyage for the weak-hearted.
The activists singing, holding arms, like birds in the trees,
those in awe of morning’s glory, in a dolphin-crowded sea,
mantle of intellect, a true heroic affair.
They have a ship load of food and medicine, a holy mission
to the chagrin of warmongers and their media culprits.
To the shores of Gaza they sail,
Where flesh is burnt like used tires,
monuments of barbarism.
Bewilder them till they die!
At night the stars come out into
this artifice of humanity, caught in the web of
an unspeakable tragedy.
Alas, the flotilla is interdicted, freedom is not,
sailing past the deceits, the barricades, the barb wires,
And the AI-guided bombs.
Freedom is never negotiated on high seas, commands
all the waves to safety.*
Dedicated to Greta and her comrades
Categories:
interdicted, hero,
Form: Free verse
I entered the interdicted land
Where she lived
I heard the murmur of the silence
And she had had those with endearment
Since those Days
I could not apart myself from her longing servility
I saw her spoke to the mystic sky
I saw her bathing in amidst the greenery
I saw her spoke to herself and cold death
And one day she said to me death can not kiss her unless her soul disappears
I entered the interdicted land
Where she lived with the bush of poems...
Mukut Ali
Categories:
interdicted, allegory, deep, dream, emotions,
Form: Imagism