I can hear someone cry..,
But it is getting lost..
In the heavy rain outside.....
It's hidden,
In the howling of winds
Who could it be,
Crying in the midst of night?
Fear dancing all around
Crying for someone
To save him from this condition??
Could it be a mother,
crying for her only hope?
Crying for a helping hand?
Or for the one who is no more there??
Or due to some human cruelity??
Or someone crying to forget,
The olden days' memories.?
It could be nature
Crying because of humanity..!
Crying bacause of pollution.!
Crying for existence?
Crying for protection?
Crying for love?
Or could it someone,
Whose name is lost.,
Dignity is lost,
Guardian is lost,
Love is lost,
Hope is lost,
Everything is lost,
Because of communalism..,
Because of cruelty
Crying for everything
That is lost
In the heavy rain,
Hidden in the howling of winds,
Lost in the night..!!
Hello abhinaya,i just read the note on aromas of nostalgia..i was same like you since childhood,a craving and some sort of feeling for the suble things of life from essence to a monument that takes me back to yesteryears.In our place it was a small village..village has a small temple and near it mangrooves and big rope like branches of trees which are the verge of extict...they stay there like a monument of past ..the days when the precious kaavu was active with songs of serpants sung by pulluvan people for making the snake gods happy..and the smell of oil which ws prepared out by grinding dry coconut and taking out its essense as oil which is used to light the lamps and smell of admixed turmeric powder,these essences always call me back to ages which i didnt live or see......
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a hauntingly beautiful cry from a soul akka, a desperate plea for humanity to awaken to the suffering that surrounds us. Your words have woven a tapestry of pain, of loss, of longing, and of hopelessness, yet somehow, they also hold a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light in the darkness✨. Your poem is a reflection of our times, a mirror held up to the cruelty, the injustice, and the heartlessness that threatens to consume us. And yet, it is also a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a spirit that continues to cry out for love, for compassion, for kindness, and for justice, even in the midst of overwhelming despair. Your words have touched my heart Sista 🥹
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