Saturday, March 7, 2009

Autobiography of an Ant (*)

OK, my first go at a poem, sorry couldn't edit it better than this.



Autobiography of an Ant

I stepped aside from my home,
Knowing there are miles to roam;
But that dearth of food in my lad’s eyes
Compelled me to fetch, at least a bread slice.

I wished, I could wander freely,
Enjoying the fragrance of lily ;
Walking through piles of grass
Viewing the mighty skies converge with the hills, but alas !
I soon knew it was not to be ,
The joy, fragrance ,beauty they are not for me;
All I would have to meet were those demons,
The rain,breeze,the feet :feels as if, surrounded by guns.
But I stepped aside from my home,
Knowing there are miles to roam;
That dearth of food in my lad’s eyes
Compelled me to fetch, at least a bread slice.

Will my next breath be the last,
But it didn’t matter I had to be fast;
Within me was the fear as in a common man
Always threatened to land in an ambulance van,
For him,fear of death now was deep within
Of being some terrorist ‘s next victim;
But for me, common man was not all the same
They are here indeed- ‘Masters of the Game’.
But I stepped aside from my home ,
Knowing there are miles to roam ;
That dearth of food in my lad’s eyes
Compelled me to fetch, at least a bread slice.

Ever since man came in the world- to conquer,
About all others, never did he bother;
For me, a swap of roles did take place
I was the common man and they adopted the terrorist’s face;
I continued on my tracks,as I approached my destination,
Saving my head from all those feet, to avoid cremation
But one big feet ensured-my end was here;
As I gasped my last air, a blinding light forced me to stare,
Besides me, lay several bodies motionless,
What the ground contained was -me beheaded and bloody carcasses.


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Sorry for this, but as this is my first poem after years,the fear remains- the idea may be lost in complicacies, and twists of the language. So ,a small note on it :

What we common men think of terrorists, wildlife think of us same way ,here portrayed in a special example as the ant, i.e.

Animals: Common Man :: Common Man : Terrorist ( Animals, common man and terrorist form a GP - meant to be a PJ !)

We always have the insecurity ,while moving out,what would happen next, but urgency calls us to forget the consequences ,often where lives get finished. Here it is the same, man has snatched the independence of the fauna ,once the rulers of this planet - ever since their birth.The end scene ,just means, as we kill an animal ,we ourselves our facing the consequences - being involved as contributors to the death tolls.
This is not one in the favor of the terrorists ,but just to let us realize ,what we have neglected and how we think we have a right to a peaceful life without fulfilling the duty of ensuring the same for others.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this poem was very helpful to me, thnks

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