SELF COMPOSED POEM : "LA KALYUG MEGHDOOT TRAIL:

SOURCE: SELF IAMGINATED DARK SIDE OF AN INDIAN MONSOON
GENRE: SARCASM & EUPHEMISM
STRUCTURE : CANTO FORMAT WITH ALLITERATION
METRIC : VARIABLE
WORDS: 400 ( APPROX.)



LA KALYUG MEGHDOOT TRAIL:

Light changing radically
Relentless flat tropical yellow ;all flowy
Gives way to an ashes-of -peach colour
So psychedelic , so blur

This light we can see only when
The SUN GOD manages to , after the cloud battle
A few straggling rays down the lane
Those too , refracted by dust motes & rain drops rattle

The bunch of moving water bodies
Scuddling white clouds in the proscenium of the human eye
All milky , eye-pouring toddy
In the never-before-never-after sky

It poured like a farcical comedy
Leaving the rich car struck
Next , they in hotel rooms -" MARGARITA TOO SALTY "
This monsoon is a moronic muck

It poured as if raining donkeys
The "lesser rich " -got bus & train struck
Mobile phones , mint boxes & tiffins get exchanged
They are no more junk-ies
The strings of their soul-ly guitar
Are all playing a philharmonic chord
All voices get overlapped
But no one feels the cacaphonic herd
The gentlemen stand up
Just before the pregnancy struck mother sits down
On the seats of heavy sighs
She wants to avoid the swollen legs.


It actually completely poured
The " lesser-than-lesser rich"
Feel their blood getting sucked
By the AARDVARKY LEACH
The belongings are piled
Children all perched
The granny under a blue sheet
Is plasticly waterproofed & CURSED
school children hoisted on backs
Human chains lead all from stranded buses
All the way into the water get pushed the planks
So that a stray cat gets uncursed


The fisher folk dress galore
Get into the sea away from the shore
Their ANNADAATA & ANNAPURNA
Offer coconuts in SADBHAVANA
But it is INDRA WHO HAS TO DECIDE
who would live & KISE HAI MARNA
The same fisher folk all gay and showy
Still dance -the leaves & flowers brightly holy,
A schism in their heads
Still abuse weather gods- as duds
The real criminals par excellence
Still sipping MARGARITAS with no pretence
The weather gods so un-equanimous
Distributing joy & sorrow with a bias


The true spectre of penury haunts the month
All fortitude gets a brunt
The darkness & deprivation not only corporeal
The hollow also breaks through into the soul

Once upon a time it was known
When in a world washed with innocence
Equine wishes got fish drown
We waited for the monsoon incense .


JHIRR....JHIRR....-its raining
GUDU..GUDU..GUDU..-INDRA'S wheels turning
Out come the palm tree umbrellas
From the side of the agrarian fellow
What fun shore hopping in a row
With no umbrella over you , so mellow
But wait , OH!!-The song of the peacock
Has lost it's way, is so shallow .....


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