Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 12, 2016

Reservations~by Payal




Winnow some visual acumen,
faces given names to remember,
feet on the holy ground walked
and left fossil-ed sands akin to air,
dunned and harped on
reservations of breaths, tears,
moans and excreta manured.

Each man farewells
essential death camps and
cowardice beaded in pale
enchantments of throbbing
stars and sapphire heavens.

Iridescent rainbows in moist sky,
outlined in the thick of belief and doubt,
incendiary miracles abandoned in
green mountains changed barren
or rivers bypassing the rocks, fearing
cities illuminated, flowing with nymphs
of oak trees to quench thirsty pilgrims
by the shores of salty patronising seas.

It is synonymic with seasons,
changing and growing,
parts left burnt, parts frozen,
parts swayed in spectres of ecstasy
hated and owned as a destined grey hair
which spent half of its time with inky fate
of closest ancestry and half in the arms
of white nurses trying to enrobe infancy
with latent care and unquizzed truths of

Viktor Frankl (in his imprisonment during holocaust days)-

“Each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”

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