Inspired (read outraged) by a heated discussion on how "we" need to remove coke and candy dispensing vending machines and ban (sic!) people from bringing cookies to distribute at work, all for the "goodness" of "everybody's" health, I cried out words like "individualism", "America'" and "self-control". "Most advanced nations in Europe are this way - they have removed vending machines", came the reply. I realized the winds are changing. As I feebly said, " are you proposing to ban coke as well, coke - only one of the greatest company ever ?", an image of a heroine walking away into the dusk flashed in my head. I barely got a glimpse of her - she was handsome, she held her face high and walked tall. She was looking back as she slipped away - her hair flowing, almost blending with her fleeting chiffons. It hit me then that no one knows her anymore, no one wants her any more - SHE: my subconscious rendering of PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY was "high-maintenance". And all I wanted to do was to at the least bid her a proper adieu:
Ah there she goes
a beauty so quaint
a stride so proud
now a mirage quite faint
Her words thundered with strength
her cadence echoed of courage
A brave maiden once she
but now feeble with age
In spring she stood alone
towering over masses
not afraid to reach above
or be burned to ashes
They envied her stature
her glance her stance her goal
but what they wanted most
was her very soul
Quiet was the day
hardly a wind there was
but there they came in broad daylight
to smother her for all she was
Her breath was pure fire
her hair pure rage
oh what a fight she put up
A honor-drenched barrage
A storm she conquered
but then came a waft she could barely feel
little-by-little they wore her
her fate this wind would seal
Now she walks away
her time gone she says
with a glimmer of past glory
and an aura of heroic ways
ps: I have never written a poem (not a decent one anyways) so it surprised the hell out of me when these words came gushing out in about 10 minutes after the discussion. Talk about mundane inspirations and sensitive subjects ! This can't be healthy - I am a physicist - I am not supposed to be creative. Comments welcome !!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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Brilliant! I hope you can write the sequel of her triumphant return one day!
ReplyDeleteThere was a time when a man uttered the words " Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! " and it resonated with a nation.
Now people talk unabashedly about trading our liberty piecemeal to avoid the chore of having to pass up some extra calories!
You are no ordinary physicist!! :) Nice poem!!
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