Hubbub Poem by sekharan pookkat
Hubbub
Sun was pale and yellow
Wind was chilled and cold
Clamor ended for a second
And the bird escaped from nest
Slowly he walks and walks
On the shore he pauses in doubt
Whether sand below his feet
Will hurt or split into
His voice was sweet and low
Tumult our heartbeats
Slow and slowdown
And melt in the frozen Valley
Sun was fade and red
Wind was tough and torrid
Obstreperous echoed in soul
And the bird escaped from nest
Buried the tired wings
Holed thrice in the whizzing breeze
For a carnage against love
And the bird escaped from nest
A man mounted in silence
Silenced in the pool of blood
But builted a monument of love in the wold
Against war and the bird escaped from nest
Sun was fade and red
Wind was tough and torrid
Obstreperous echoed in soul
And the bird escaped from nest
A man mounted in silence Silenced in the pool of blood But builted a monument of love in the wold Against war and the bird escaped from nest- - - - A great tribute to our father of the Nation, Mahatma Gandhi whose non-violent movement brought freedom to India against British rulers.He was an apostle of peace and lover of humankind.He worked towards bringing unity among different religions and communities, but at last fell to the bullet of Nathuram Godse.
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5/3/2024 9:24:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The images convey the tumultuous life. It's sad to note that the man is silenced by the war who could only build monuments of love in his loneliness. Sure. There is hope. The bird or his mind always escapes to the freedom in search of peace which is the ultimate goal of every living being.