Kernels

by Gopal Lahiri

Sometimes words are torn polythene bags
deflowered by pain and wounds.

The forests have shrunk
the wise men once played a vital role but
they are less human now.

The tiny birds and bees are in uncertain future
animal skeletons lay bare, dusted leaves,
Who can be our best allies?

Sometimes words are bold and luminous
bring fish bones and charcoal nights.

We’re told - the furnace faces push the barriers
the grey morning rustles in silence.

The attacks withstood, care for nothing else,
of escaping from long suffering.

Sometimes words are secret seeds
they bring new metaphors for life.

01-Jun-2014

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks for your encouraging words, Mohini. Much appreciated.

gopal
15-Jun-2014 09:35 AM

So very true "words are secret seeds and they bring new metaphors for life " meaningful expressions ...words may bring solace or cause pain ...need to be used carefully ...loved the poem ...thanks for sharing .

Mohini Gurav
13-Jun-2014 01:38 AM

Thanks Padmaja for your kind words. Much appreciated.

gopal
08-Jun-2014 10:37 AM

Ah words! The many splendored words! So well articulated in this lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.

Padmaja Iyengar
03-Jun-2014 06:43 AM