13 A Road In The Middle Of Nowhere Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

13 A Road In The Middle Of Nowhere

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Clouds

In November
They just turn into grief
And pour upon you.
And the road to your nest
And to your heart
Is washed away.

Clouds

They hide everything vile on earth.
Dare not open their hearts
Lest the stain of blood will show.
No one is innocent until proved guilty.

In Lakhimpur, Nellai*
Anywhere
The road in the middle of nowhere
Starts nowhere, ends nowhere.
It is just washed away.
Just washed away.



*Thirunelveli

Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: melancholy,tears
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Lakhimpur: Shanmugam Manjunath (23 February 1978 - 19 November 2005) was a sales officer (grade A officer) for the Indian Oil Corporation who was murdered for sealing a corrupt petrol station in Lakhimpur Kheri, Uttar Pradesh. This incident inspired several students at IIM, IIT and other institutes culminating with the IIM students setting up 'The Manjunath Shanmugam Trust'. While working for the Indian Oil Corporation in Lucknow, he ordered two petrol pumps at Lakhimpur Kheri sealed for selling adulterated fuel for three months. When the pump started operating again a month later, Manjunath decided to conduct a surprise raid around 19 November 2005. Having not heard from his son for three days, at around 9 that night, his father, M Shanmughan, sent an SMS: 'How are you? '. There was no reply because that night, during his inspection, Manjunath had been shot dead in the town of Gola Gokarannath in Lakhimpur Kheri. His body, riddled with at least six bullets, was found in the backseat of his own car, which was being driven by two employees of the petrol pump. Both were arrested and the main accused, pump-owner Pawan Kumar ('Monu') Mittal, was held on 23 November along with seven others. GREED KILLS COMPASSION.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hazel Durham 21 May 2016

A sad and haunting write of dark days and a road in the middle of nowhere as we all stand in this road with no end and no beginning, just lost in the dark days that come our way! Brilliant write!

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Whenever I come back to read this poem, I return with a heavier heart

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Susan Williams 24 February 2023

poems that haunt our souls are the treasures a poet's pen blesses us with---a heaven full of stars for this write

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Thank you, Susie for inviting me back to this poem. It haunts me, I believe, more than anyone else

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Aarzoo Mehek 17 January 2023

The poem haunts the senses of the readers. A road in the middle of nowhere is the sum up of all the happenings on that fateful day. Brilliant poem.

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Thank you Aarzoo. There are two true-life incidents behind this poem, that haunt me even today. Of one, I have written in the poets" notes. I will write about the other, maybe later

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Rob Lamberton 09 December 2022

May my November sins be washed away! Your poem inspired introspection! Thank you!

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Poet Amber Piercy has added this poem to her favourites. Gratitude

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Rob Lamberton 01 December 2022

November clouds strike home for me! Great poem! !

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I am quite pleased to read your words, dear poet. Thank You.

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Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

PUTHENCHIRA, KERALA, INDIA
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