K SHESHU BABU - POEMS

​The writer from anywhere and everywhere when ponders on the question ' who am I?',receives some response in a lyric by the Assamese singer Bhupen Hazarika ....
" Ami ek jajabor' ( I am a gypsy ...)
Some of the writings including poems appeared in dissidentvoice.org, Leaves of Ink, Tuck Magazine, Virasam,  Velivada, countercurrents.org, counterview.org, counterview.net, sabrangindia.in , etc.

The Lemon tree

Opposite the filthy slum
Stood a large lemon tree
Which instilled hope in glum
Faces who plucked citrus fruits for free
The whole area, one day , was totally dismantled
The slum, along with the tree razed to the ground
Apartments were raised , scrap disposed
Residents evacuated and to far away deposed
Now, rich fill in the place to the brim
Slum - dwellers  face a future  grim :
While the rich valued the land with huge cost,
Freely available healthy fruits to the poor were lost
The land that sparkled with green and yellow
Has lost the freshness of air and lemon's mellow
The atmosphere spews plenty of dirt and dust
Spoiling environment and polluting the Earth 's crust !

Universal People

Sitting in your cozy rooms
Protected by your soldiers
In a safe land
You live happily ....
Shunted from place to place
Driven by poverty
Having no land
And no protection,
We live with fear and anguish daily ...
But,
Your patriotism is limited
To Nationality !
We have no boundaries ...
We are Universal People
Stateless and limitless
In our philosophical approach!

 'Thorns ' in Love

When you asked for a mansion
I could promise you only a hut !
When you hoped for luxurious life
I had to satisfy you with bare minimum necessities....
When you were suffering from prolonged illness
I could not provide medication in time for quick relief
Still,
You accepted my love as a rose
Separating ' thorns' behind the flower
And stood beside me
As a mark of true Love...!
Kudos for your patience
And understanding of life ..!

​    Five trillion

​Like a bird waiting for food,
You waited for windfall of money
In your account ...
You helplessly watched
Doves flying out with impunity
When even your hard earned notes
Were snatched asay from you
You lost jobs, lost your family members
Succumbing to dreadful disease
Of malnutrition ....
With patience and tolerance  -
The 'Gandhi's ' recipe for better life !
Even now, you are watching
Patiently
For an improved living
With a ' five trillion economy'
Of a nation marching forward .....

​Garden with dead flowers

​Once upon a time,
This garden flourished
With flowers of fragrance ...
Till the helpless Gardner
Was attacked by aliens
Who smashed every flower
And occupied the land ....
The aliens are now planting
'Profitable' saplings
On the dead flowers
Using them as fertilizers ....
Who cares for beautiful flowers
If stench of dead ones is more profitable???