Thursday, October 17, 2024

A Punjabi Dalit Poet Speaks: Selected poems of Madan Veera

 Here are the covers of two of my books. One is a translation of Punjabi Dalit poet Madan Veera's selected poetry and the other a collection of my own stories in English. Hope the books would interest some readers. 


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Thursday, August 15, 2024

On the Leader-Speak: A poem

 


This poem on a contemporary leader might interest the readers of this blog.


On the Leader-Speak

 

He has painted his own face black

with his own hands

to shine in the firmament in brightest colours

He mistook his own face for that of another

to outshine him forever

 

Would history that relentless judge assign him

to the murkiest corner of the firmament

where the darkest luminaries form a cluster

 

Turning the pages of history

if he could in his afterlife

would he become remorseful

about the torrents he let loose day after day

or feel at home among the ensemble

of Margdarshaks who mentored him

to unbridle his tongue 

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Saturday, March 2, 2024

Bharat Ratna Awards

 


  

Here are two poems on the state of the nation.


Bharat Ratna as Consolation Prize

 
He was a formidable contender
aspiring for an Everest-like pinnacle
he stood at the base
from where he espied the peak
The climb seemed impossible
so steep so slippery
yet he was determined to go up
at any cost
by any means
by daring his opponents
by shedding blood
by razing a structure
by insidious stratagems
 
He almost reached the top
Just one step more…
but he was bettered
by a rival!
by fate!
 
He tried another ruse
a fatal miscalculation
that misfired
and he fell flat on his face
spread-eagled
never to rise again
another nurtured by him
appropriating his Herculean labours
 
He was flicked out
like a fly from milk
silenced
wrapped in oblivion
 
The winner had become a loser
 
Yet after Ramlalla was installed
they unwrapped him
As they dished out a bunch of Bharat Ratnas
one was tossed into his lap
as consolation prize
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Raining Guarantees

 

During the last seventy years

they did nothing worthwhile

at best they were measly miserly

 

Today we are showering guarantees on all

on th hungry

on the homeless

on the old

on the sick

on woman

on farmers

on one and all

 

Further we have opened safe havens

for those chased by sarkari bloodhounds and handcuffers

they have just to walk in with their baggage

 

And above all

We are dishing out Bharat Ratnas

for those who feel their leaders have been left out

Now Ratnas are theirs for the asking

at a price though

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Saturday, January 20, 2024

Killing of the Mind: MENTICIDE: A POEM


                           Please read the poem and two comments that follow.



                                                                  MENTICIDE

                                                           (Courtesy You Tube: Stem Disintermedia inc.)


                                                      Killing of the mind!

                                                How is it done?


                                                No knives

                                                No clubs

                                                No guns

                                                No bloodletting


                                                No violence 

                                                of any kind

                                                not at all


                                                It is done

                                                gently

                                                quietly

                                                seductively

                                                insidiously

                                                projecting the hologram

                                                of a messianic face

                                                all over

                                                everywhere


                                                All else is submerged

                                                in its blinding darkness


                                                The mind sees 

                                                only

                                                one insignia

                                                one colour

                                                one face

                                                and bows 

                                                in blank submission

                                                         --- 


                        Two comments on the poem


FISH DID NOT DISCOVER WATER

"IN FACT, BECAUSE THEY ARE COMPLETELY IMMERSED IN IT, THEY LIVE UNAWARE OF ITS EXISTENCE. SIMILARLY, WHEN A CONDUCT IS NORMALIZED BY A DOMINANT CULTURAL ENVIRONMENT, IT BECOMES INVISIBLE. "   

Marshall McLuhan

 

"Our may become the first civilization destroyed, not by the power of our enemies, but by the ignorance of our teachers and the dangerous nonsense they are teaching our children."

Thomas Sowell