Indraganti Prasad1.
Toy, Train
After rewinding
toy train
the child in me
went for a trip
Train tracks
move people
people watch
moving landscapes
Enchanting—
wind carrying
harvest freshness,
cold breeze,
hot summer air,
drops of rain
Trains stop,
stop longer—
to refuel, recharge,
to load and bid farewell
Toy train stopped.
Time to wind down
2.
Resurrection, Death
Poems do not die.
They gather dust,
lose relevance,
slip from memory.
Poems
live like humans
but do not die.
Sometimes
they resurrect,
assume new meanings,
new significance,
another life.
Poets,
on the other hand,
lose relevance,
are forgotten,
cry for attention,
and die lonely—
die forever.
Some receive wreaths.
Some receive recognition
posthumously.
Occasionally remembered,
seldom recognized
when present.
Families
love glory,
readily accept
garlands and rewards—
not shortcomings,
not depressions.
Poets and poetry
live their lives
differently,
and away from each other.
Poems keep traveling
Poets disembark.
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How True . Second poem is very profound
SM Kompella. Congrats. The poem ” Resurrection… ” is profound.
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