THE BURNING SUN

By saatyaki

                                                       
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews,
Hearts are my friends
I live in the city of sufferings
Although in my fist, I hold an ocean of history
I sculptured man silently –
Wings that carried birds
Did not bring them back;
I am drinking thick darkness
In the haunts of those forests
Which cry out in agony for the birds
That did not return;
Clutching at the garment woven of memories
I twine myself to the feet of my country.
Heads that were hanging to the trees
Smile as flowers today in the branches
Hearts that received the bullets
Ring in temples of our land like bells;
Blood of theirs nights squeezed and offered
By how many to bring forth this day;
They are hanging like icicles
On the ridges of our roofs;
Look, it is an iron fist I have;
I shall excavate the flame of light
From the rocks of time –
I will set fire to the sleep of resisting centuries –
To the rivers that run in passion after the sea
I cry halt, command them
To paint the colourless arid lands in green,
Invite back the smile which fled away
In terror from this land,
To the butterfly trudging hungrily for a flower
I shall give a garden –
Come children, eat
Bits of nights dipping them in moonlight,
I shall not allow the sun to cheat this sacred day;
If he wakes not on the horizon of this land
I shall tear my burning heart
And put it in its place
With the scarlet of my living flesh
Illuminate the earth
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews –
                                                                           - Seshendra Sharma                                                              http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
 
 
 

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Copyright 2017 saatyaki
Published on Wednesday, September 13, 2017.     Filed under: "Political" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This is first poem in Seshendra's collection of prose poems " The Burning Sun"
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  • A former member wrote: A beautiful commentary on how life continues, even after we are gone

  • Mute Serenade On Thursday, September 14, 2017, Mute Serenade (445)By person wrote:

    Swoon! I want to stand on a table and shout at this one. I read it like a war cry. Beautiful imagery and flow.

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