Poetry:
Narayan Tiwari
Sign
men have been buried
and here
my heart pounds with fear
men are being attacked
by beasts and vultures
and i have been hearing that
the aid distribution continues
i also hear
people no longer want sympathy
cause, thats not the cure they want
men also stink
may be its the smell of the disaster]
and here they are waiting
for international aids, financial aids
to wash off the stinking smell off them
news say,
sympathy is not allowed to cure the wound
the wound of disaster
cause a medium is required for cure
but the medium....
its busy scheduling its party,
financed by the aids
a picture of torn clothes,
wrinkled face and hands spread begging,
is being asked
to present the proof of having suffered
i fear the disaster,
i hear the news of the people
wounded and struck
and yet depositing money for their own aids
i fear if this is the sign of another disaster
another earth quake,
another turn abouts
i fear
how many people are yet to be buried?
even though for a new construction,
how many establishments are yet to fall?
