(Shall we become Homo Sapiens)
Dealt deftly cruel blows by fate
To escape from Terror-violence, droughts, despots and fanatic dogmatism
Leaving the homes and lands of ancestors and lifelong earnings, severing emotional bonds
When we migrate to hitherto motherland or some other country
To save our lives and souls and earn honourable livelihood
Why are we not treated as human beings?
Herded into overcrowded camps that are bereft of even basic amenities such as safe shelter,
Adequate food and acceptable living conditions
Carrying the cross of REFUGEE, an undeclared incarceration
For how long can we bear this inhuman bias?
For how long will you keep scarifying us on the altar of
Collective Countries’ mercilessness, lack of will and incapacity
Barely surviving with trickling dole from magnanimous(?) governments
we feel like the birds left in rotting refugee camps (cages) with clipped wings
Erasing the borders between countries and uprooting the barbed-wire fences that armies have erected
We must live like citizens of world but not like minions of fragmented countries
Wars and mishaps in the guise of greed, creed, and loot of precious resources should be halted at once
To let planet aqua’s populace to live in peace, prosperity and progress perpetually!
That day is the day when we can re-claim to be human beings!
What if there was/ is no Sun or a star for the Earth to tether around
Would it be a state of neither light nor darkness
Neither day nor night, but only chaos
How to perceive the time and how to quantify the immense eons
That would have been an astounding task for humankind, if at all they had come into existence
or we would have remained creatures of different intelligence and weird anatomy and composition
Which even may neither know about, nor conceive the extent and enigma of time
Leave alone how to measure/mark or pace with it, even with ages of applied human thought, Time infinite still perplexes one and all
In the absence of mother star’s enormous gravity
What shall be the probability of our planets (9+?) going haywire (from their orbits)
Or would they have at all come together to form a solar-less family,
If at all they have tried to form a group, sure they would have been on collision course with each other
Or lost in the unknown galaxies which are millions of light years away
The entire thought gives shudders to mankind!
14 May 2017, after reading Dr C Narayana Reddy’s Telugu poem ‘Kaalam Naa Arachetilo’ (Time in my palm)
More expressive and elegant sometimes, than people in blood and flesh with their wooden faces
And useful than stone-hearted humans
They mind not whatever you drape them or accessorise, with or without heads they make sense
What’s more they enhance the beauty and value of the product
Be it a saree-blouse, salwar-kameez, skirt & top, shirts & pants, shades or tunic, Hat or boot - they fit perfectly to them as if tailor-made
Their light-weight, low-cost and high portability make them favourite any shop worth its stock
Their slim and seductive looks sell many a dud items
They come in all shapes, colours and sizes and ages
except the aged ones as neither family nor fashion merchants care for them
They work day and night and never heard being paid nor seeking a raise
Is that the reason that their kind is growing in leaps and bounds?