Poetry Offering from Vivekanand Jha



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Hands Heave to Harm and Hamper

Trauma of Terror

Let Me Live Even In the Dark

Intolerance

Vivekanand Jha is a poet and research scholar, from India.
His poetry is focused on contemporary and relevant themes.
Currently he is earning his PhD on the poetry of the noted
Indian English poet, Jayanta Mahapatra.


































Hands Heave to Harm and Hamper
 

Our hands  heave
To harm and hamper,
Not to help and heal. 

Not to assist
The damsel in distress
Instead feel refresh
In molesting mistress. 

Not to weaken
The woes of widows
But apt to weaken
Their only credos. 

Not to stop
The rape
But we are top
In viewing the naked tape. 

We have destitution
In deleting the prostitution
But we are to the fore
In bargaining the whore. 

Not to prohibit
The child labour
But not hesitate to inhibit
Their favour. 

Not to curb
The poverty
But ready to disturb
The Poor’s liberty. 

We use stick
To persecute the weak
We use flower
To adorn the tower. 

Not to ameliorate
Law and order
But not fret to generate
Chaos and disorder.

We have temptation
To incur evil reputation
But we have palpitation
In getting good inspiration. 

We praise
When our hands raise
To tarnish and damage
The image of sage. 

We neglect
The existing institution
But we accept
The amendment of constitution. 

What a  relief!
If our hands heave
To leave
Harm and hamper
But to help and heal.
 
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Trauma of Terror
 

Wherever eyes go, we sigh to see
Be it a day or hours wee
In the mud we find our knees
Thunderous voice rends the ears
Two little eyes dipped in the ocean of tears
Tender soul is infected with fear
Life is nothing but error
Teeming with trauma of terror. 

God made comely creature
Apart from the lovely nature
Man made it a field
With red bloodshed filled.
Life is endless tale of peril
In the hands of the devil
No one wants to take a risk
So the corps takes to frisk
By working on the tips
This time terror is to rip
In the guise of will o’ the wisp. 

We feel insulted on being frisked
Irritation reaches its zenith
Earth revolves the feet beneath
To see the baggage and bag
Treated as a piece of rag.

 
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Let me live even in the dark
 

You keep with you your creative art
Even though you don’t help me to start
Yet I will try to play my part
In the face of the reality stark
My only request to you to mark:
I don’t need your brilliant spark
If you let me live even in the dark. 

You keep with you your Eden Park
I will request you to hark:
I would be happy with my Jurassic Park
If you let me live even in the dark. 

Although your journey upon the sea embarks
You keep with you your witty remarks
Sated with the pond I will accomplish my task
If you let me live even in the dark. 

You enjoy pampering in the lark
I needn’t your euphony, your skylark
I’ll be contended with my cacophonic bark
If you let me live even in the dark.

 
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Intolerance
 

There was a world
When pen was mightier
Than the sword
This is now the world
Of the sword
Giving the degree third
To the scholar writing foreword 

Men fight over nonsense
They know no tolerance
As they colour their hands
With blood stains
For a penny and pence. 

Men are ready to murder
Without thinking
What will happen further?
They defy the almighty’s order
Of living all together 

Now man is measured
By a different parameter
Radius is no more
Half of the diameter
One is known
By how much he earns
Not by how much he learns. 

Thank God!  God is really clever
 Not to allow anybody to live forever
So it is time to mend our ways
Let good sense prevail now or never.
 

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