Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 20, 2018

We send them,all back for our own perceptions..~by Ravindranath Kunnath


 

 

We send them,all back for our own
perceptions..

We send them,all back for our own
perceptions..
We send them all back for our own
Floggs to swirl and tomake thunder..
Atlast,now,we knows no more cotton
available to make threads…
This is that glorified tree,
Now here stands as a symbol of
lost soul
Here no more springs thereafter..
This is once a great place ,
Now reflects the scorching heat
of vaccum,for nothing..
A women once went away withtears
Only for the faiths we wrote in
golden letters..
A poet mourns..
I know,I saw..
I wrote all sitting in the sunlight
But they rejected all and said,
Keep them,in your hut forever..
We send them all back
For our own perceptions..
Again once..
The word denotes past,here for
Incidents and persons lived against
us and our perceptions..
This is that wooden cross and this
is the real idol we worship
Oh!so many questions ..
For all we have only one answer
We worship and adore all only
they are decorated as per our perceptions
Now nothing for us,looking everywhere
This is only an act .
Nothing
Nothing..
A wanderer wrote ona wall with
a piece of coal he got on the way
Nothing,nothing in it a storm sleeps.

(C)K.V.Ravindranath


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