(58) Outpourings

(58) Out pourings
Don’t you realize that you are
in the midst of hardcore villains?
You seldom taste the milk of human kindness,
you undergo trials and tribulations,
the parched vessels need be double washing,
A wet sponges of patience and perseverance,
of late a rare concurrence,
to be breathed in books not in looks,
everywhere you encounter a dried up heart,
a deliberate coil those inhuman wear around,
a demented soul, singing the song of cruelty,
not merely a dead land with aridity and drought
piercing, but also a dead heart with palpitations,
beating with the unbeatable rhythm of cruelty,
jettisoned by the poisonous arrows of calumny:

over there, on the jasmine garden the green parrots
with red chilly beaks pour all along,
in equally human language on esoteric terms
as eloquent as a head priest in a ceremony auspicious,
notations spreading all along and around:

The innocent siblings smile at the Gandhi statue,
Smile along with the statue’s smile,
unaware of the drops of blood untimely shed,
Smile to take shelter under the statue.
The next day the shelter is gone, for the statue is also gone,
A prey to the vile and vicious opportunities,
The parrots pour along with clairvoyance!