Privileges Poem by Pankajam Kottarath
Privileges
I don't have to scale
Snow capped Himalayan peaks
They come to my courtyard at a wink
I never travel to reach Niagara
That is where I just spend
My leisure hours every day
Who says music has sounds?
My heart is eternally filled
With music of silence.
I haven't been to Agra
The splendor of Taj Mahal
Spreads out in front of me
The gigantic twin towers
Tumbled down is history
I rebuild them instantly
In split seconds
Long back my parents left this world
But I do spend hours with them
Whenever I feel like
Neil Armstrong was lucky
Ever since he landed on the Moon
My spacecraft is ready, always
To take me there, as I wish.
Science preaches
‘Only men can speak'
I often hear flowers laugh
And winds murmur.
Fire of deep desire
took it's wings
mind's eye agreed
to catch up with it's pace
triggered by
Fuel of creative designs
And filled with
Incredible veers of victory.
i see the mind of a true poet here- Dwelling in a euphoric land of beauty and wonder, calling images at will! A simple but nice poem!
It is the real life for many people, as they have no means to visit these places, but one thing we have to remember people who are contented with what little they have, are happier than those who have everything, but grumble about something all their life. an interesting poem...I like it!
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catch up with it's pace triggered by Fuel of creative designs And filled with Incredible veers of victory. Good expression! Congrats.