by Kuldeep Kumar Srivastava
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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In looking forward to meeting
life fulfilling prophesies,
we tread the lands that once impoverished
us, as ruthlessly as we did
when brute darkness refused to show
us the way.
My shadowy acquaintances, hear me,
we never go in for searching roads
lying so naked inside our awakened infancy.
We, rather, heedlessly pursue the displaced
I am afraid,
symbols and allusions have colluded
with our betrayals,
we are no longer what our forefathers
intended us to be.
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|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Much to think about, this "displaced agony." It could be argued that these symbols and allusions are becoming more dense with razor wire and land mines of worthless stimulation to waste our time with frivolity. Obviously, they have not coerced the likes of either of us. BTW, what is so compelling about your writing is the open ended nature of your closings. Keep it up.|