Bitten by Himanshu Ranjan

Himanshu Ranjan | March 8th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

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Like the firefly,
Glowing in the dark dens,
Dreams die to death and (come to) life
Again. Rain! Rain! Rain!
Drenched desert dunes,
Silent in a windy night,
Listens to the wet mountain tunes!
The moon scorches as the noon,
Cold and dry, yet wet in blood.
Ah! Ooh! Ugh! sighs for suqoon?
Meaningless spirits roam alone.
Clowns frown in the town,
The wombs speak to the tombs.
Women wander in wonder,
Men are so peaceful. Corpse
Collapse. Complete breakdown
Of strong hearts. Struggle for survival!
Their dreams die to death,
But some are alive yet! Hope
Howling its way… Sway! Sway! Sway!
Dictators and Democracy. Devil
Terrorists and angel terrorists.
Too many teardrops, no more left.
Lifeless puppets, painful play.
I don’t want to name the place.
Hundred years history,
Humanity dead. Genocide,
Suicide, decide!
Hear it, feel it, (don’t) watch it.
Somber stalkers. It’s spread
All over! The immunity is intolerable.
Defense is docile with missiles.
Bitten by a human.
Smitten with power.
Impulse and instincts – immoral.
Nope, my pope! Amoral beings.
Indifferent. Utterly indifferent.
Hypothetical prisons! Peace! Peace! Peace!
Yet when the clouds collide,
And the thunder strikes,
I recall the drops which once rained.
And they still flow in our veins.
Life-force breathes for freedom.
And the sky smiles sometimes,
And the deceased shine as stars,
The earth emanates Petrichor,
Vultures depart, white Pelicans wallow;
Women make love to raise children.
Men feel the gap, take a sound nap,
And work grows into business.
Like the firefly,
Glowing in the dark dens,
Dreams die to death and (come to) life
Again. Rain! Rain! Rain!

Poet Bio

Himanshu Ranjan lives in Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh. He is a poet and a Young India Fellow. His anthology is titled ’36 Love Stories’.

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