Mahesh Kumar/AP
By
Pranab Ghosh
Revolution
Perspiration trickles down
your temple, moistens your
eyelids and threatens to
enter your eyes.
You mop your face on
the shirt sleeve, anchal of
your saree, your dupatta;
you are too excited
to use your handkerchief
as you raise your voice
against oppression and tyranny.
You want to fight, to cry for
those who have suffered.
You want to raise your fist
in a unique display of solidarity
You want to revolt.
Meditation
As you sit erect,
your mind touching
your soul
and wait for the light
to shepherd you
beyond the void,
you touch your
life within.
The mind flies,
beyond the horizon,
beyond the void,
beyond the azure creation
beyond the crimson red
turbulence,
beyond everything
and embrace the
eternal light.
Brightness all around
blinds you.
You sit blessed…
You meditate.
Excellent piece of poems. Look forward to reading more in future. All the best.