The Unadorned

My literary blog to keep track of my creative mood swings with poems n short stories, book reviews n humorous prose, travelogues n photography, reflections n translations, both in English n Hindi.

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I'm a peace-loving married Indian male on the right side of '50 with college-going children, and presently employed under government. Educationally I've a master's degree in History, and another in Computer Application. Besides, I've a post graduate diploma in Management. My published works are:- (1)"In Harness", ISBN 81-8157-183-5, a poetry collections and (2) "The Remix of Orchid", ISBN 978-81-7525-729-0, a short story collections with a foreword by Mr. Ruskin Bond, (3) "Virasat", ISBN 978-81-7525-982-9, again a short story collection but in Hindi, (4) "Ek Saal Baad," ISBN 978-81-906496-8-1, my second Story Collection in Hindi.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

A Day More

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I know my blog needs more content than I am posting these days. This nagging sense of urgency in me made me work at my keyboard for last few days. And now there is a poem. This is not a piece that came out in a single sitting. It's rather the result of multiple sittings. So, I'm afraid, the poem may not even speak anything coherent!
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Nothing happens here
By default, and everything has a creator…

Then who is to blame
For your sleepless night
Full of restless yaps from the monstrous mongrels?

Who orchestrates the ear-splitting jangles
Next to your doorstep, in an hour of quiet
Killing your comfort, poise and pleasure?

Who spews out the obnoxious wastes
Just above your rooftop, to make you inhale
Those lethal fumes in a cool promising morn?

Who sends the swarms of insects
Hungry, venomous, revengeful and stinking
To wantonly perforate your somnolent skin?

Who dumps those cancerous refuse
At your backyard, stealthily and copiously
And goes scot-free during those loose hours of night?

The day dawns in an old world
Gaining in height of yesterday's trash hill
And you and I lose stature in life
And still live on a day more.
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By
A. N. Nanda
Bhubaneswar
08-11-2007
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