THE PROMISED NEW AGE
The dawn is still asleep in the east
don’t dupe us we are marching
toward the promised new age
we don’t cross the summit in one go
the hollow bamboos and dry blades conspire
to drug us in our own name
the summer loo batters the parched land
the yellowed fields in May and June
will not green. It’s never vernal here
The palm-leaf fan can’t quench the flame
the vultures of pre-liberation decades
are picking potatoes from a rotten heap
the city is a cowered dog dazzling in neon
they fight against evils and rots
with the anarchy of flags and slogans
the flood in the Brahmaputra will turn men into fish
they are not aware though I dream of the vast
land of lotus shining with young morning sun
R.K.SINGH
(composed on 30 May 1980)
posted by Ram Krishna Singh | 8:33 PM
3 Comments:
beautiful poetry! I hope to read more soon! Read my new blog thecoffeelife.blogspot.com and find out what it is like living and commuting in a major British city! I hope you find it interesting and leave me some comments,
Rhys
Hi, Rhys: I have been to the UK and visited a couple of friends as well. Your blog does reveal the kind of life and living there today. Enjoyed reading your entries this morning.
All the best
R K
Great poem! I especially like the line about the city cowering like a neon dog (one among many great images).
I will look for you tomorrow at Poetry Thursday.
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