Poems by Dasharath Naik

Poems by Dasharath Naik
 
 
WHY ?
 
Why the innocence suffers
A child is killed before it gets a name
The morality sinks
Like the setting sun
The free bird is trapped and caged
One’s nobility is laughed at
Commitment carries no meaning
The workers are not given their due
And go famished
Parents are neglected
And left to suffer in silence ?
Why saints adhere to ghastly practices
Beauty trampled down
Farmers compelled to commit suicide
Partners break up and often sin
Students cross their limit
And become hardcore criminals ?
Why the dignity is ruined and lost
Mothers shed tears silently
In the corner
The young illtreat the old
The old lose trust in God
Ignorance is excused
Befitting candidates go unemployed
Colours fade so soon
Birds stop singing
The poetry of earth ?
Why is there
Bloodshed and havoc so much
In the world
Why is life suffocated
One just can’t breathe in healthy air
Corruption is so rampant
Scandals are the go of the day
Politics is so dirty
Serenity is so distant and
Far-fetched
Immorality is in the air ?
Why..why..why ???
 
 
 
STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART
 
Life logged in knee-deep water
its views now in total holocaust
the dreams to dream look utterly pale
as my wishes do shatter to no avail.
 
The death in the innermost core of my heart
unexpectedly visits my royal realm time and again
reminding me of my aims and aspirations
to trap me tight into the trap of name and fame .
 
The closer I see into the darkness visible at this stage
the more confident I do tend to become
the higher my spirit soars to reach the azure sky
the deeper I fall to ponder on my lapses at bay.
 
My voyage of life sailing smoothly against all odds
to explore the unexplored lands of my choice
my materialistic mindset falls a victim unfortunately
and I find myself lost or wayward thoroughly.
 
Where moves my sail and where to harbour
with my anchor failing to work so well
my spirit and strength gradually fall flat
in the face of time, so audacious and autocrat !
 
 
 
WHY SHOULD I DESPAIR ?
 
Why should I be discouraged
When my muse throws me
Warm kisses every second,,,
And me like an automatic engine Go on bursting words
From my throbbing heart ?
 
Why should I look dull and pale
When my fans do love my lines With warmth and sincerity,,,
Me like a kite go on soaring high into the sky
Where mighty minds shine gloriously ?
 
Why should I put a break or lag behind
When all surpass hurdles
My emotions and feelings are charged,,
My passion intensifying within
With my zeal and spirit
So special and genuine ?
 
Why should I look forward to days
With rainbow of colours splattered
everywhere
When every morning
My courtyard overflows with beautiful blossoms
Radiant with perfume and feel of
honey
And my evening dances to the tune Of breeze so mesmerizing ?
 
Why should I shed my warm tears
In my failure or despair
When every single moment of mine fills my heart
With the magical notes of a melody
Imbibed with natural bliss to make me shine?
 
 
 
WHY SHOULD I DESPAIR ?
 
Why should I be discouraged
When my muse throws me
Warm kisses every second,,,
And me like an automatic engine
Go on bursting words
Straight from my throbbing heart ?
 
Why should I look dull and pale
When my fans do love my lines
With warmth and sincerity,,,
Me like a kite go on soaring high into the sky
Where mighty minds shine gloriously ?
 
Why should I put a break or lag behind
When all surpass hurdles
My emotions and feelings are charged,,
My passion intensifying within
With my zeal and spirit
So special and genuine ?
 
Why should I look forward to days
With rainbow of colours splattered
everywhere
When every morning
My courtyard overflows with beautiful blossoms
Radiant with perfume and feel of
honey
And my evening dances to the tune Of breeze so mesmerizing ?
 
Why should I shed my warm tears
In my failure or despair
When every single moment of mine fills my heart
With the magical notes of a melody
Imbibed with natural bliss to make me shine?
 
 
 
THE DEATH OF A POET
 
He mourns for his death
in his coffin
as his shadow starts squeezing
and his self gets exiled
for reasons
immeasurably solemn .
 
He feels lost
in the whirling current of valiant time
as his dreams he finds shattered
and his constant efforts to retrieve them
fall flat all on a sudden.
 
Now what he’ll do
in this world
full of shrewdness
his innocence all strangulated
and his strength of confidence
for existence
he finds fallen.
 
The cry of his spirit
reverberates
but stays unheard
the genuineness gone to sleep
in the morning and
he laments
without any caring soul
to enlighten.
 
*(c) Dasharath Naik
 
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