Poetry: Laksmisree Banerjee

Laksmisree Banerjee
EARTH DAY

I am Gaia, your Mother Earth
My greens golds, blues, pure chroma
Sustain your bewildered life
Your darkness throttles me
Your jigsaws pierce me 
Will you never end this strife?

I birthed you as you bloomed
I wrapped you in my lovelorn folds
You breathed in my watery placenta
You danced along my ripples
You lived cosily in my moulds
You ate, drank, slept, rose in songs
All in my silken wreathed sheath
In my shimmering grassy gold ---

You flew from azure to ether
Rejuvenated in my milk and water
Built your castles in airy space
All because I gave you home
And hearth to land here and stay ---

And now you ransack my plenitude
Ravage my gracious wealth and beatitude
Make my loving loam a wilderness

I am almost a weeping bald pate now
Shrivelled and withered living anyhow
Grown old well before my years

My ambrosia now a living hell
You make me limp with your Power-spell
Change before you hear your death knell
Every day is your Mother Earth Day
Preserve my bounty for you to live and stay!
***


GUNS IN GARDENS

Ah can you not hear the hoarse cries of 
the approaching torpedo?
The suppressed grunting of the angry thunder?
The incinerating rage of the lightning 
in blossoming gardens?
Can you not see the outstretched arms
of wailing green branches
Reaching out to the school-bagged, uniformed children
Walking side by side for their morning 
prayers in classrooms?
Those that you push into battle gear
with hazardous guns
Those that wallow in fury
of uncontrolled angst
You convert schools into war zones
splattered with soft cherry blood
Lobbies steeped in crime and greed
for arming children with guns of death
Rather than books of life?
O you creed of super-powerdom
May you become one of peace and love
To sustain the whiteness of your doves ---

Inhuman hate-clad hubris in loose strings
Spectral terror of the darkest purple clouds
Floating above in aimless dislocation

Rudderless un-reigned juvenile wrath
In the clutches of gun-totting monstrosity
In zones of misplaced machoism
From Texas to California
From Florida to New York
To usurped unloved reckless wrath
As forests and multihued rainbows weep
Shedding blood and tears in mutilation
In a land of unabated guns of annihilation
Shattering ceaselessly tender leaves
Of blooming buds in disarray
Nettled in thorny fogs of unwashed simplicity
Prodded in disenchantment to kill and shatter
Beauty of tumescent new lives ---

Ah the dissolved souls and fainted cries
The muted reverberations die across the ocean
As life becomes a toy of unbridled cruelty
Smothered forever in silence
In the precincts of innocence ---
***


DEAR MY FRIEND

Dear Friend ---
have you ever seen
those mushroom clouds
mirrored in the graphics
of moist eyes?

have you ever seen
blood splattered tomatoes
spilling, spouting in agony
gurgling out of 
puny wrenched bellies
of gunned down
erased innocence?

have you ever seen
those naïve moths deluded
in cavernous delight, dying
in their vain search for light?

have you ever seen
body-bags of unsuspecting bravery
flung out of hospitals and frontlines
thrown into riverine ashes?

have you ever seen
that dreary, desperate haze
of shattering shells
in bombed towns and villages?

have you ever seen
the musk rose wilted
torn and grounded
stamped dead under
the boots of cannon-cruelty?

have you ever seen
peoples, dogs, rats running
helter skelter
scrambling for life and shelter
in misty fields of smoking uranium 
alive still in death?

have you ever seen
that dying child gasping
in the lap of a dying mother
begging for life in the detritus
for the alms and arms
of some unknown god?

have you ever seen
a burnt body, a burnt mind
a scorched young soul
in the embrace of 
a wailing woman in wilderness?

No my dear friend
you have never seen these scenes
even in dreams ---

life has so eluded you
that you still breathe in masked sheen
in lounges, parlours, conditioned salons
drawing rooms of endless babble
and gibberish, glitzy gossip
as life passes you by covertly
with padded paws
as love leaves you forever in the lurch
and fervent humanity slips away
in all its scented miasma
through the ornate hour glass

in evasion and treachery
in the gaudy darkness you chose
till the last explosion!
***

1 comment :

  1. The poetry of Dr Laksmisree Banerjee is a spontaneous outburst of her expressions. They are genuine, tender, poignant and realistic at the same time to strike the chords of heart. ❤️.

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