Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Curse Of Silence~



Land of See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil Is shining once again! ........ Holy India-- re-crowning its shining from perihelion to perihelion. Presently, Money Blue chips, Internet ...Sensex Zigzagging in cool riverine.... Homily, everyone is part of a family, …..Shying past either in disgust or amusement or in hope The inconsequential reverberation doesn't decide...or, divide us! Monkeys we are. We are like this... From molehill to dunghill... We are united. "Notionally", at least!
The story of life unfolds in the roots. I blink. A voice whispers inside my head… Every day, to keep pace with the spate of policy changes An un-banked Indian makes his daily rounds Of the market and comes back home, He clinks the loose old change on the table Counts, and leaves in the piggy-bank with due respect. He refuses to read the morning newspaper.. …the datelines, the calendar has disappeared. Such airs, oh my! I blink again…
Every person has a story to tell...yet, Stories just die in the throats of the mute. Ah, some mouths always decidedly timid, quiet; even when the tongues panting and frothing, .... their noses agree to breathe... No I don’t cringe… .....Silence is best for these disruptive elements! ©panchali

9 comments:

  1. Wow! WoooHooo! There are more and more who refuse to play or cannot play the game. I wonder if we exist if we do not play--or if--as the poor begin to outnumber those who can afford to compete--the role of outcast and acceptible will switch? This is my favorite part:
    "The inconsequential reverberation
    doesn't decide...or, divide us!
    Monkeys we are. We are like this...
    From molehill to dunghill...
    We are united. "Notionally", at least!"
    Notions, which end up having little to do with the spirit of a human.

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  2. The recent debacle in India with the replacement of currency notes suddenly leaving those with cash unable to use it seems to be referenced here Panchali where a great majority do not have bank accounts. How often governments are completely blind to those they they govern and should look after.

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  3. Well, it is heartening to know North America isnt the only place where governments are - um - out of touch with the common person? I most enjoyed "Stories just die in the throats of the mute". Good idea to not watch the news. It is always a downer for me, but I cant seem to stop, I am so aghast! Smiles. I so resonated with this poem.

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  4. ".....Silence is best / for these disruptive elements!" this most timely and wonderful poem could not have any other closing lines than these...profound...

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  5. Timely Panchali...and true..we are like this only -from molehill to dunghill..sadly. Wonderful line that!

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  6. Every person has a story to tell...yet,
    Stories just die in the throats of the mute.

    Such a powerful and timely poem, Panchali ❤️

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  7. Those stories dying in the back of the throat are a vivid image - also love the word perihelion..such a perceptive poem

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  8. This sounds like a very difficult situation, Panchali!

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  9. A very difficult situation, obviously. It must be very hard to know how to respond.

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