The Paradox Of A Season Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
The Paradox Of A Season
A generation is off the track
Afraid of no boiling cauldron
Sitting on the lap of a sunbeam
They are scripting new tales
And then playing with the guns fully loaded.
It is the paradox of this season.
The massacre of the tribals in Syria,
The genocide of the Christians in Iraq
And the statistics of the perished children of Gaza!
No resolution for peace is emerging.
I wish for a cauldron boiling!
So that I can tell a new tale afterwards
Manhood was never before at stake
A life for raping womanhood day and night
North India breaks down from dawn to dusk.
Who will meet them in a cauldron?
Life is now an ordeal of all odds
As the day and the night exceeds 24 hours!
Burn a candle and smile at it
You will soon see newer darkness surrounding
A solace and optimism are your dreams
Where as a boiling cauldron is better
As a generation is off the track and
It is the paradox of this season.
Yes, Iraq, Syria and Gaza are all burning! The atrocities committed there are so shocking and apt to jolt human conscience! No silver lining seen in the dark clouds! But let us hope that this too shall pass....! We all know that worse times have been there in human history.... Persecution and persecutors, hunters and the hunted.... these are not new. What else can simple men like you and me do other than wait for a better dawn! (I am not pessimistic enough to believe that the cauldron will continue to boil) Let the new tale you plan to tell be one of victory over evil, Dinesh! Great write!
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4/19/2024 3:00:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A thought provoking poem. Very true said, this generation is off the track and playing with the guns fully loaded... Yes, It is the paradox of this season, where solace and optimism are going to be in dreams. We are just moving only into the worst. Each day we hear of only worst things happenings. Situation lost its control and solution not yet arrived. We can only hope for something better tomorrow. Beautiful write. Loved the way you presented it.