1. The Cauldron
On a Tuesday morn, I found
Myself in a Cauldron
Why do my limbs burn?
I tried getting up
But could raise only my neck
And I witnessed
A city burning, almost famished-
Like the barefoot traveller I
once met on a highway, under the August sun.
The grey horizon
outlining the charred buildings
the symbols of civilisation charred amidst
a drift of charcoal leaves
I wanted to scream, call out to the residents
Of the burning city
But when I tried to speak
I was only spewing lava
I tried again, but in that time
The lava solidified
Why were the Ants running around?
Why did they burn
Themselves in the fire that had
Just destroyed the eight directions
I wouldn’t have thought that I would
See any other creature, but then I saw eighty-eight
Crows circling the cauldron…..
2. Eighty-eight crows
A flock of crows circling
The city’s litter, gorging upon stale
Food, trash cans; as a gale
Of wind gushed away
The polythene in airs of hay
This flock of crows, trying to find
food, met on its way folks
of their species, coming back
From a mass funeral; the leader of the pack
With its twisted beak commanded
Each and every crow be reprimanded.
“Listen when I reprimand you; I
Will give you good advice and share
My knowledge with you.”
Eighty-eight crows circled
The master and, they listened
Most of us prefer the garbage-
And others fight over the baggage
that mortals leave behind
But, I say, garbage or baggage, it’s the same thing
Under different veils
I once saw the soul of a lion, walking
through the street and enter the womb of one of our community
and at other time, I saw a human’s soul pushed into an ant
The same thing
3. Obvious, is it?
Life is transient
May be, not
Well, think about it….
By Taranum © 2017