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Sunday, December 30, 2012

TWO SIDES OF A COIN

My search for a morsel of bread
Meets closed shops
Greets empty roads
Faintest of sounds polarise the scene
Clones of devil emerge
Soaked in flesh
Bathed in blood
Will a hand beckon me?
Into a darkness, that
Promises light at the end.

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Doors are locked
Windows are sealed
Haunting shadows loom at large
I shut my senses
To the pounding doors
To the harrying cries for help
I pray, for safety
In the secrecy of His name
Lest I stand exposed!

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Life comes to a halt
An eerie silence echoes
Fear prevails
Harnessed by an acrimonious mob
Hailed as messiahs of religion
Guardians of faith, who
Tear down the present
With ruffled pages of history
Over a square foot of land
To define His omnipresence.

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17 comments:

  1. profound poetry ,Akila.Every day so many on this earth go without food and then there is heaps and heaps of waste food.huts have always co-existed with the palaces but the very basic demands of survival have to be met.

    namita

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  2. Namita!

    your comment has added a new feather to this poem by extending the two sides to a new dimension. thank you so much and please do keep coming!

    Novel...

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  3. The second stanza is stunning. Indeed so often it seems we as a people shut our ears to the pounding of others on the door. Sometimes society would rather ignore than help. Strong writing today, Akila.

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  4. Very powerfully put, Akila. Its about supporting other humans. That's what makes us human ...Don't know how to find a solution! However, I believe that we do have a moral obligation to help the starving people!

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  5. Very deep and moving. Well done and important.
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  6. I specially like the second stanza on shadows looming large ~

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  7. Hailed as messiahs of religion
    Guardians of faith, who
    Tear down the present
    With ruffled pages of history

    dang. powerful and indicting...esp those lines....we try to define god...it makes him more manageable....but more impotent than omnipresent....

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  8. Very seasonal for the time of year that you wrote it and the time of year that beckons.
    Cheers,
    Mark Butkus

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  9. Such a layered poem that offers such powerful yet simple messages to anyone, regardless of where they find themselves in life's journey.

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  10. There is a sense of fear present in these lines and an urgent cry for help.

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  11. This a a great howl. What a great closing too!

    Guardians of faith, who
    Tear down the present
    With ruffled pages of history
    Over a square foot of land
    To define His omnipresence.

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  12. This one shook me in my shoes. Powerful, like an earthquake.
    K

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  13. I'm with Brian on those particular lines as well...powerful, Akila!

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  14. So many people of organized faith do help the poor... and many poor are helped. But evil is here on this earth and I'm sure your poem rings true for far too many people.

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  15. A strong write, Akila. Well done!

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  16. Wow, you really took me there! I love the "ruffled pages" and the "doors are locked" and the "search for a morsel". I've been that hungry and afraid before, afraid of much more than physical need or harm. That was something. Thank you.

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