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Helen Keller who amidst deafness and blindness,
Had turned poet, writer, and lady of kindness…
Peter Winkler, who, though, arthritis affected,
Wrote and left his soul, never to feel dejected…
Octavia Buttler with her dyslexia,
Authored science fiction as her euphoria…
Christy Brown though suffered from cerebral palsy,
Wrote with his toe many an elegant story…
John Hockenberry suffered paraplegia,
Wrote and won over his physical inertia…
Who can forget the author of Paradise Lost?
Who had kept his inner eyes vibrant at all cost…
The universe has men and women so many,
Who has proved that physical ills worth no penny...
It's not the hand; it's the poet's heart that volumes write,
Who can bind wings of imaginations at flight?
08 June 2021
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In the spirals of our ancient code lie secrets
No pill boasts on its glossy label:
We are the cradle of the human genome,
Yet our maps remain blank in global trials.
Test tubes filled with our diaspora’s pulse
Are left untouched—ignored by profit’s design.
Prescription after prescription fails us,
Side by side with miracles elsewhere.
Tell me, Western pharmacopeia,
Why ship drugs proven blind to our cells?
Why let our hearts suffer, our livers wear thin,
While your profit margins bloom?
This is not science—it’s a crime cloaked in white coats,
A quiet genocide as lethal as any missile.
Colonial bias got a new skin—it wears lab coats now,
And it bleeds through African veins still uncounted.
To the leaders in ivory towers of a broken state:
Your silences echo louder than your oaths.
You sold your people’s trust
For crumbs from foreign tables.
But we—the children of a thousand tribes—
We are rising not in whispers, but in fire.
Your puppetry ends where our voices begin:
We will build our industries, staff our labs,
And chart every strand of our DNA.
Pharma’s blood stained on our histories,
Indicted by our silence no longer.
We demand justice, recall every flawed pill,
And rewrite the code of care in our own image.
For if medicine cannot learn our language,
Then it shall learn our resistance:
Made in Africa, by Africans, for Africans—
No more sacrifices for their sterile profit.
According to our urologist the world is flat
The bladder is full, roundish and soft
Peas are green. Pee is yellow
He is a happy fellow small and plump
Hails from a land more advanced than us
Where things fall off all of a sudden
Before the pub but after the postal stop
Gone too soon for their own good
Oblivion, urology is all the same stuff
One man's nothing is another man's logic
There are no countries called Urine-Nation
No planets called Urine-Trouble
But there could be an infection down under
What is that thing floating around the sun?
Doctors say it is a figment of your imagination
Our Urologist will say anything for a dollar
He will swear the Earth is a pancake or Truffle
Or a cosmic muffin if paid enough
I was listening to a scientific historian
interviewed on National Public Radio.
I probably didn't hear her correctly,
But I thought she said
Human bicameral nature
is Nature-Generalist Win/Lose deductive
reductive LeftBrain evolutionary health
And HumanNature is EcoHabitat Specialist WinWin,
inductive integral RightBrain
revolutionary co-acclimating wealth
balancing personal productions
with ecopolitically cooperative consumptions.
This is in direct contrast with all other species,
Deductive nutritional predators
are Generalists
more WinWin co-evolutionists
while resting on full cooperative stomachs
And Special Survivalists
during Special Cases
WinLose revolutionists
only when WinWin transparent extractive
CommonGround agreements
are temporarily not accessible.
I'm not totally clear yet
what this implies
if you are, like me,
choking on WinLose rhetoric
when WinWin healthy choices
remain Generalist SpiritNature
inductive/deductive co-arisingly unexplored.
Somewhere between WinLose evolutionary theories
and WinWin revolutionary transparency
between secular predators
and sacred nurture prayers
I might General Nature/Nurture
transparently suppose.
Than all those whom promote killing
as progress science has said life begins in the womb
shade it which ever way you truly wish
shows an aggressive side which is very heartless
to say the least because i know
how deeply you have insulted me
in every way from having an opinion or sense
plain as ice to be seen on my stand in the protection of life
are you trying overturn my good values
shame on you with such ugly agendas towards others
also very aggressive i find cursing my existence
abort like my view trying to overpower my comment on an article
so sad really focus your energy on your children
not killing other peoples I lost a child
you even try to dehumanise my thought process
that is sick in my book of life long live our children's rights
My fingers smell rosy today
My arms are adorned with the fragrance of blue sky
My tresses are flooded with the softness of moonlight
My eyes recite the story of the shining sun
I smile and it feels like power to me
Power I have over myself and my heart
I know I can do wonders
For I have the magic of art.
I just have to swish and flick
Or click and clap
So a new different world shall be created
The new happy wonderland.
Not everyone knows how it feels
To be aware of everything that makes a human
Not everyone know the science behind it
I however have mingled with orchids and sunflowers
And the universe is now my right hand
I have the magic wand
And I draw in hues, bright and magnificent
Like a teeny tiny butterfly.
© Shreshtha Mishra
The Past
Our world is beautiful.
It is old, and it is young.
The difference between...
immortality and humanity.
Giants of enormous size, and strength,
titans mentioned, in the great Book.
Unicorns and talking donkeys,
dinosaurs, and a jabberwocky.
Dragons, and even great whales...
used by the hand of the Lord.
Written about, written down...
to be read again and again,
to know the wonders of our yesterday.
Pyramids, massive statues to lesser-thans,
destroyed and disassembled into dust.
Years wearing away what was,
to leave behind only what is,
or what is left,
to tease us,
and appease our sense of adventure,
and our lust for treasure.
Libraries burned to the ground,
or great arts stolen from their rightful places,
taken to hidden rooms,
coveted by shades that can not use them,
or remember why...
they wanted them at all?
We go to school,
and learn what is given to us.
Yet the truth is bleeding out, all around.
It is like water, seeking every level...
from the Arctic Circle,
to the content of Antarctica.
Science and religion attempting to describe...
what can not be explained,
without faith.
SUM OF ALL POSSIBLE
A TWIST OF TIME
Quantum, a direct window into the heart of Reality
More of a philosophy than a rigorous morality
Electron fired through Double-slit experiment
Physicists and mathematicians make each other queasy in continuity
Sum of all ripple amplitudes in gravity
Twist time as an imaginary-number (i2 = -1) to trick congeniality
Feynman path integral entanglement
Our Reality is a sum of all possible locality
Timeless quantum leap sought immortality
Scientists throw Swiss-cheese space-time into hospitality
Mirror mirror on the wall, what is the fairest one of all?
wormholes, doughnuts, topology flighting for identity
All roads lead to one melody
Cope with teetering tower of infinity
Quantum quantum in the field, who is the spookiest one of all?
Einstein general relativity, Schrodinger cat’s vitality
Quantum, a direct window into the heart of Reality
More of a philosophy than a rigorous morality
Dying black holes predicament
Physicists and mathematicians sum up random walks in brutality
When caught mid-flight
End to bloat against gravity
Thanks, rejection is not of the earth
My eyes are welling
I won’t hold back with shame
Even warriors often times loosen, weeping
A good mother’s breast thrust
Not in for the oldest trade
Gives the child, from infant, the best trust
The sexton is a pagan
Lushness of the hashish field
Makes his story from Canaan
Morals pillar nobility
But nature spares by –
Insofar as the choice is moderacy
Over me they seek to keep
They can shape me, me too a shaper
Just that I start a peep
A quest to solve the world
Challenged to fix my head
Get me defined – no word
Launch talks for luck
One screen sets parts
Grace, lone-stands, earns buck
Formless strife made me worry
An envoy made as of succubus
Made me awoke being sorry
He who sounded the gong
Has done it wrong
And rhythm’s lost in our song
The earth, about the Sun, rotates
Science, my house remains on its plot
Lies make the pupils dilate
Africa! Here some questions
Khartoum, Mogadishu, Malaria, HIV, Genocides . . . ?
Orients through Occident find me solutions
Muses – a kind that’s potent
Might make me hit the laureate’s podium
And be free of amateurish latent!
Four basic things that we all do need.
Our bodies crave them with actual greed.
The first is oxygen in the air
In just a few moments, quite the scare.
You need it to make ATP
And form water but not for pee.
This water you can breathe out warm
And fog a mirror, hot blooded life form.
The next is water, the liquid of life.
Just one day without it and you feel the strife.
Dizzy you get
Quite upset
And you’d do anything just to feel wet.
A few days long is all you can go
And after three days you really know
That your time is up and you are through
And there’s little that you can do.
Sleep is next, not many know this
And no one likes it when they miss
A good night’s sleep every night
Without it you never feel quite right.
So how long can you go without sleep?
The question is rather deep.
We can’t play with people like mice.
Even if we did, would the results be precise?
We really don’t know
How long we can go
But studies do show
That animals will forego.
Lastly we have food.
Oh, how good.
How long can we go without food
Before our body is permanently screwed?
And when I say, permanently screwed
I’m trying to allude
To the fact that if you then eat
The damage done will not retreat.
So just how long is this time we speak?
About a month and then you’re too weak
To do anything but stare and peek.