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Journey Homeward Introduction
: the poem talks of the dying human spirit, AS
I trudge along The
cobbled streets of Twilight A
waft of the wild wind Blinds
me…but enough To
see The
ragged and the palsied Quiver
I
fasten my cloak My
hands gloved And
trudge towards the warmth of Home The
streets sigh beneath my steps When
a cry , dying of hunger Pierces
like the biting chill But
I drape the listener And
trudge towards the nest That
would never fail to feed The
street lights start to glow The
youthful night strays off To
a lonely spot- Lust
lay on the helpless Hushed
cries of prostitution impinge
on walls of stone And
I hasten towards my niche Where
no hands would defile Ahead,
the statue of a martyr Full
of life and dignity His
struggle and the long
forgotten noble deeds... Wars
spewing blood; The
fading glint from his eyes Speaks
of the ‘Commoner’ Indifferent
in the comforts of his
sphere The
streets wind With
glaring images of the Weak
overpowered by the strong The
voice of justice lulled By
a rising storm And
I rush towards a shelter – My
only armor
The
storm subsides On
the streets damp Prejudice
and hatred Slither
past me Like
demons of disaster Waiting
to claw its prey I
stop not For
my nest beckons me- Shielded
from all The
pathway lay strewn with leaves Thronging
towards a fallen bird, Giving
their warmth I
stop and wonder To
answer my
spirit, captive Would
I Let it free On
wings of humanity? ~
UMA PARTHASARATHY
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