Under the Rock
At the sign of a few sparks
Not my problem saying
It had slithered under a rock
Letting others do the firefighting
Sometimes one can get away
Sometimes fire catches up
Reaching the rock one hides under
Making life uncomfortable under it
Perspiring from heat
The scorpion finally ventured out
For air
The urge to fight rises
With loss of comfort
Principles suppressed by practicality
Make a comeback
When all efforts at not taking sides
Don’t bear fruit
One reluctantly decides to fight back
But it’s too late by then
Before it’s consumed with the fire of bravery
From inside
Flames envelop it from outside
Burning it down
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Shashi, I love how you capture the tension between practicality and principle, and the way the imagery of the scorpion under the rock builds up to the inevitable moment of reckoning.
Much love,
David
Thanks a ton David.
And Wish you a Happy New Year in advance. May this year initiate a journey, towards everlasting peace.
Shanah tovah umtukah
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Very deep poem Shashi
Thanks a lot Sadje
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