THE JOURNEY'S END
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| Polluting the surroundings |
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| Litter thrown by tourists |
1) We leaped and leaped on vales and hills
We toured beyond the mountain rills
We busied ourselves too much
In our beastly ways -- no tender touch
We boasted of our journey great
Our dynamic scintillating state
Like moving robots did we seem
Just speed mattered-- no visionary gleam.
2) We rushed through many places swift
No waste of time or rest and no uplift
We found no time to take within
The thrills of senses-- a dreary spin.
We freaked and freaked and squeaked a lot
We cursed, flirted and fought
We shouted without reason or rhyme
We hummed and huffed to kill our time.
3) We stunned the silent woody ways
By savage so-called cultured lays
We struck some postures to sneer and stare
And clicked some happy moments to share
We whizzed and whistled with buoyant pride
We throw last morsels by wayside
Unmindful of the begging lot
We drank and danced in a pretty spot.
4) We moved around as if in a circle still
Devoid of fresh vision and thrill
Our journey ended and soon we went
Dead-tired , a hell of time we spent;
We moved but not enriched a bit
Our trip-- a comic self-exhausting skit;
A dreary speeding senseless fad
No shock of discovery we had.
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25th June, 2015 Somaseshu Gutala
Note: We start our journey with so many hopes but we do not spare time
to realise our dreams. Gentle and sympathetic observation of places
and people are lacking. Preoccupied with our external and material
comforts we do not care to imbibe something about the significance
of the places we are visiting. We are swirled in a rush of moving to
various places and we come back with blank minds, exhausted
by the unnecessary strain we made for ourselves. If Not, just like
the pilgrims in Nissim Ezekiel's poem "Enterprise" we have to say:
"We noticed nothing as we went"
"We hardly know why we were there
The trip had darkened every face."
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