Introduction
We grow up on myths and tales. The world has many stories to tell. From religion, ideologies, nations,
and race, there’s a lot to explore. But we feel we have no time and latch on to the first one that we come across.
Even now, when we are considered grown-ups, we believe. And we believe strongly. Without using our heads.
Letting unscrupulous leaders take us for a ride.
Ungrateful
Down on the ground
Any moment
Yet nothing stirs, nothing moves
Like a buffalo sitting calmly
In the river stream
Wind doesn’t budge an inch
Nothing happens
Perhaps nothing ever will
Yet the oracle keeps raising hope
Like weathered politician
Thunder lightning roaring winds
And pouring rains
Have made their presence felt
Through the window panes
You didn’t look
Doesn’t mean we failed
We have delivered
What we had promised
Even more
They say
I take a look at my shirt
Soaked in sweat
And nod in agreement
“Drenched I have been in the rains
Never even knew when
Nature’s bounties are lost
On us
The ungrateful ones.
This makes me think of being younger and my mother telling me that I shouldn’t drive because it looked like it was going to snow….sometimes it did, sometimes not.
A very evocative poem Shashi.
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome ☺️