Note: Poetry for the prompt contest of ‘The Significant League’, a literary group in Facebook, judged by Dr. Santosh Bakaya. My poem was the winner of the picture prompt contest which got me Dr. Bakaya’s phenomenal book ‘Where Are The Lilacs: A Collection of Peace Poems’, published by Authorspress.
Fly on, what makes you stop on the bare, grassless streets?
The morning will soon gorge on ashen smoke and filth.
How can your little chuckles and chirping, your strolls
Holding on tight, to your flock, jutting out human ears
Change the course of the pockmarked day?
The city needs to thrive in its skin and blood,
The black hair, the soot and the whistling horns,
The pervasive rhythm, the sound drums.
The city doesn’t need its parched, shadowy silence,
The shitty moans of street urchins,
Your scattered, broken dances, your mindless trails.
What are you nibbling on, at the traffic lights, violating
The intersections, the ground beneath your feet
Murmuring a fluid, nascent language?
Fly up, and over those grimy streets,
Those vignettes of cardboard houses and cars,
The spell of cacophony shutting out the music of soft earth
In the man-made parks. Fly up and claim your space,
The sooty sky might still want the red earth
Breathing in your bravado voices.
Claim your space where solitude is still a distant smell,
pouring out, scarcely, as bleeding, shriveling rain.
All Rights Reserved. Lopa Banerjee. September 3, 2016.