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Gajindra Bhoi Poem
I KNOW NOT TO KNOW
The sky said many things in its awkward colours-The spectrum ill defined-Probably Sun God sick or what.
The potable water surfaced to say something to all the geologists “do not peep in to my mother’s womb or else you will be whirl pooled”.
The birds dared to chirp in the ear of a new born homo sapiens sapiens, predicting their incoming misery in life spending their entire stay in Earth with life support systems and added expenses.
The smallest town in the country had no words to convey the fury of Nature God besides blaming the Municipality and local civic bodies.
The guardians of the Greens had hurdles in their research, quoting there wasn’t enough grants to mingle up further.
The Ganga, Yamuna, Narmada, Godavari, Sindhu and Kaveri who all embedded the ancient Sanskrit Shlokas whispered in the ear of Saraswati –let us all be happy to be recited by the Pundits with their daily outreach to livelihood “
Kindly do not surface again to see the agony of mankind”.
Some one in a TV show shouted its late ,late and late-the IMD(Indian Metrological Department) never predicted correctly as if their prediction could have saved the generation at least on the stage to win the debate.
The Kissans are in danger- vegetable crunch….problems loading to taste buds of the wise Babus, apprehended as if others are not endangered.
Wow-What a game changing musical chair we raced to see, justifying unjustified to pass on the trick to next Gen.
A thought on current scenario…
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Gajindra Bhoi Poem
The day I was born
The day I was born the sky was clear with blue scattering,
If at all not I have not seen that
The day I was born, the air was blowing incessantly
If at all not how do I know to bother unnecessarily
The day I was born, I hope the earth smelled uniquely
If not then also I was not bothered as I had no smell buds developed
The day I was born, the water was the only fluid I must have touched
But how could I know as the epidermis was not in tune, I had no clue
The day I was born, I do not worshipped almighty as there was no meaning to it
Or perhaps no one took me to chapel, Temple, Mosque or Guru Dwara
As six days birth rituals were observed as told later on by my mother
But I should have remembered I was breathing that time with Ida, Pingla and Susumna,
For my survival as understood lately
Probably not sure of who took care of my great entry to my mother’s lap
But all I know is zero, zero and only zero memory prevails till now
But yet I survived with all odds and even
Then who to thank for all these cosmic phenomena, a million dollar question to my co inhibits….
Copyright © Gajindra Bhoi | Year Posted 2023
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