Creator Of The World Poem by Rati Saxena

empty the bookbags
extinguish the embers placed in letters
tinker around with each word
peel off and throw away the kernels of meanings
throw them away, throw them far away
so that not a single one of them becomes a seed
empty that thing above the neck
stuff the stomach till the throat
until the intestines of farmers began to squeeze out
come fill in all the garbage, yours mine his, hers
the nonsensical bullshit
close all the windows
of mind and thought
reject the philosophy of life
mug up things repeated over centuries
dare anyone name out
the one who has the wisdom to question
Oh Creator of the world
command the ruling king
save all those creatures
who avail themselves of the last ounce of wisdom

Translated by Shelly Bhoil