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Sita Bala Poem
Seeing the Brunfelsia
My gaze seemingly infinite
Trying very hard
To fathom the message
She has for me!
The yellow and the purple
Apparently different clans
But from one family tree
Their yesterdays, todays and tomorrows
All dynamic like mine!
The baby bud like clotted cream
Changing into a buttercup yellow
Darkening into a sunbeam gold
Before folding into russet
All the colours of joy!
The dark knotted purple
Slowly diffusing to lavender
Allowing itself to settle
Into a cool white
The varied shades of anger!
I say a silent prayer
In gratitude
For this moment of connectedness!
Copyright © Sita Bala | Year Posted 2021
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Sita Bala Poem
A bright morning in school
shouts of ‘Hey, video show
on the Black Hole! Assemble
in the auditorium’ greet
the air!
Wow! No boring lectures today!
another video; another learning
doors close, blinds slide
the show begins- the black hole
dark energy
dark matter
dark speed
fascinating!
Sudden shouts, the teacher
‘quickly all of you
under the tables
lie still, don’t move
don’t breathe!
a shocked soul
stuffing a tie into his mouth
to stop that fearful scream
the black boots of death
approaching, ever nearing
the mindless staccato of deadly shots
piercing screams, then
unnatural silence
the boy lying ‘like dead’
the black boots pumping lead.
every nerve screaming
silently in intense agony
Whirling thoughts-
is the black hole up there
or down here!
who is the thinker
who is the doer
in this swirling vortex of hate!
dark energy
dark thoughts
dark actions!
Returning to school after
an extended winter break
completely renovated buildings
all traces of the gruesome attack
seemingly wiped out
greetings of ‘hey, you are alive’
fill the air!
A lonesome soul
sitting forlorn in an empty class
head on the desk, eyes
tightly shut, fists clenched
uncontrolled tears
thirty winsome faces
refusing to go away
the silent scream
always returning
Can the ‘new look’
ever erase images
in the mind’s eye?
what is the solace?
this heart will seek?
will this tender bud
ever understand the
terrible fragility of
this thing called life?
that every action has a reaction
of value in hindsight!
The CCTVs, the whirring cameras
capturing moments
for another video
for another learning
for whom?
for what?
From the annals of a school anywhere in the world!
Copyright © Sita Bala | Year Posted 2021
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