The Phoenix Poem by Valsa George
The Phoenix
Working against heavy odds
A little hovel, he did build
In a verdant stretch of fertile land
Off the noisy, frenzied crowd
With sheaves of hay, he thatched its roof
With reed and bamboo, its walls were made
With mud and charcoal, its floor was glazed
With wooden planks, its entrance laid.
At dusk, when birds to their nests depart
And beasts, to their covert burrows and dens
After the days toil, weary and weak
He curls into the cozy comfort of his home
Through months and years, it gave him succour
Sheltered him from storm and rain
Made him differ from the gypsy tribe
Lent him a footing in this populous world
He wove around it many a dream
With frugal care, his needs he met
Like a squirrel stocking nuts and grains
In it's secret granary for the rainy days
He saved all that he had earned
For a life to be lived later in bliss
But alas!
His haven lies so derelict
Its very foundation raced to the ground
The once beautiful stretch of land
Robbed of its greenery and grace!
The eviction squad usurped his land
Hurling him down to the streets!
Bewildered, failing to budge an inch
Like a boat, midway stranded in sea,
He stood.
But his resilient spirits, to him affirmed
‘Never defeated, though destroyed'
Soon the mud hovel, to a palatial mansion turned
Where he envisioned himself king of the land
His smiling progeny picking fruits from his orchard
And his cattle chewing cud in the shade of trees.
Why scoff it as the fancy of a fevered mind?
Oh! But to dream is every man's right.
A creditable poem, well portraying the man in a fix. The way he rises again of course in his dream is sure like the bird Phoenix rising. Thanks and best wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan
We rightly assume that the intuition to go for a survival against any odd is man`s great trait. But very often he gives in to the strange reverses at the end. A finer society which can never evict any different inhabitant from this world of larger dimension has to be our ultimate dream. I wish this phoenix all the very best to make a difference. Another piece from Ms Valsa`s Samaritan ideology! A fine feast of poetic exuberance.
A great 'take' on the rise of the Phoenix - well penned Valsa.
A beautiful and touching inscription has been made on phoenix. The concluding lines are much impressive. It may be cited here.... His smiling progeny picking fruits from his orchard And his cattle chewing cud in the shade of trees. Why scoff it as the fancy of a fevered mind? Oh! But to dream is every man's right. A brilliant poem amazingly shared.10
Destruction and exclusion usually stays in the shadows of life but we all still have our dreams when the sun shines on our strength of character and our unique individuality! I love this outstanding write!
Let the dream of rising again as a phoenix come true, we need such dreams to die in peace..............10
out of ashes rises the phoenix again and again. nice take on it
when the eviction notice is issued, it is very hard for human to manage their life again, if the governments do not help them. Other than the fact, the dreams are elaborated with a proper title!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:35:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Aha a spectacular narrative in a fine rhyme scheme. Gud if he cud readjust to advanced living.