I wrote this poem a month back and it was not in a presentable shape but I have tried to put it in readable form today for this NaPoWriMo challenge. Indians are in the habit of literally worshiping the film actors. The media splashes the minutest detail of their day to day life in print which the public greedily laps up. If the news is favorable people go gaga but smallest of odd behavior doesn’t stop people to spread slander. At times I pity these celebrities whose each action is under the scrutiny of the public eye. This is my version of their sweet-sad success!
With all due respect to the social workers and good Samaritans who really work day and night for betterment of poor and needy, but there are some people who are out there only for publicity and fame. They do talk about helping destitute people but they shun the real work. Empathy, compassion, charity are mere words for them. With this poem I tried to unmask their reality..
The farmers in the state of Maharashtra (India) have been hit with drought many times and a lot many farmers committed suicide out of depression and lack of means to repay loans and debts. I know a city person like me can not fully understand their plight nor can be of much help to them, not because I do not want to but because I am fighting my own little wars of day-to-day living… however I do hope and pray, that they sail over their miseries. May God smile upon them with good fortune!!
I have been lately not very active on either of my blogs; no addition to the “Chronicles of our love story” or to “Astonishing India” , no Weekly Photo challenges, no comments on the blogs of other blogger friends……absolutely nothing. But I have a valid excuse! I am almost on the last leg of my Creative Writing course and hence I was busy writing the assignment due for submission in May 2012.
I have under this course tried writing Haiku for the first time. I would like all the blogger friends to please give their opinions and advises on these :
#1.
Bare bough longing some color
Stinging words bleed the heart dry, lifeless
Has the autumn already arrived?
#2.
The deathly pale cracked earth
Rinsed, quenched, alive and bobbing paper boats
Elixir from the heaven above
#3.
Fire, wine and white snow
The melted wax and broken bangles shard
Memory of the night before
(How do I change habit?)
Shoma Abhyankar 