Nameless Notes-Iii Poem by Rajendra padhi

Nameless Notes-Iii



NAMELESS NOTES –III

The day grows like a serpent
Filling my blood in a whisper of poison,
I walk with the crowd
An axe in their tongues,
Hack hearts and wound souls
A small bird I am, sun is my brother
The Moon is my sister,
I fly when people
Drip blood in the streets.
The same evening they dance
bewitching the stars in the sky
When morning drops
swept away in its maddening tides
They turn out to be bulls fighting,
Jeered each other in jealousy and rage
Wise counsellors arrive with wisdom
Remind them that they are kith and kin,
You have come naked
And you will go naked,
O naked one!
Don’t be thorny grass for each other
But they never bear it with their ears,
Once again corpses were burnt
An unpleasant smell of men
Wrinkled the noses of animals,
There are people
like frantic rivers in a flood
like rocks and boulders
like ghosts in perpetual screams
On our way to peace.

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