Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Verdure

The Hariyali meditations also lead to a poem. It struck me that it is through the poetic imagination that the most fundamental questions of life, society and the universe must be sought to be understood. In today’s city, which throws up the most critical questions, of dignity and justice, it is only through the imagination, i.e. poetry, that the answers can be known.

Verdure,
As the sap of love and devotion
Courses anew
Through the thirsty capillaries
Beneath earth's parched crust
That run through the frozen hearts of men
But in whose depths
Swirl
The cool sweet waters
Of meek humanity.

2 comments:

Bonita said...

Beautiful....and this, "From the sweet-scented streams of Thine eternity give me to drink, O My Lord..."

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