N O T I C E !….
(- Is the whole world, we mean, humanity, going mad,
mad enough to spoil the life on this small, beautiful planet?…..
This madness not only melt the ice at the Antarctica,
but stop the smile on the face of an infant…
Please note….
written by me way back in 1983, this ” Notice” seems to me still relevant…)
Notice is hereby given
to all concerned
That Life on earth
is going to end of a dateless day
very soon
By forces that are very lethal!
On that dateless day –
Tortoises of the sea will climb up the Andes
Ants will fly; and elephants of the forests
will swim the high seas.
Parrots, Cuckoos, sparrows and crows
will fly into the outer space
in search of galaxies…
And men –
Men will hang tirelessly on
The tails of elephants in the high seas
which swim on to Bermuda
In search of the octopus and the unicorn
By forces that are very lethal…
Nay, it’s not the so-called bombs
Tested by the headless guys in the deserts;
the crackers
in the hands of children
at play
Nor the poisonous vapor you inhale
after your mid-day-meals
Out at the factory gate…
It’s no nuts you crack
After any summits
On any summits in the world
Because all these are nuts; less lethal
Than the forces that would
Make the pendulum strike
At the dead of the night
And stands there still with greed
To witness the end of the world…
The lethal forces that have accrued
Through
The guilt of generations
in the cavities
Of the decaying teeth of robots;
The bug-holes of chairs you sit;
The ink-pots; the bottles; the balloons
And, under the caps of cops
And beneath bikinis
The forces that sweetens
Our dishes at Buffet
Notice is hereby given, please note
and, underline
For the sake of thy children
who now swim with their tails
In the wombs
In utter agony to shred away
their tails…
And come out as tail-less humans
On earth.
The forces were there
Even before you were in seed
Sitting guard at the gate
Of your entrance to the world
of pittance.. (a la abundance!)
Guiding you through
every bewildering lanes of agony
& broad ways of glory; your Alma mater
Words, woods, figures and symbols
it work
in the spit of your mouth
at the audience
Who come to listen the gospels
(of the forces)
For chair, money and manicure;
Elections, defections and war…
Please note, notice is hereby given –
The elixir, your forefathers churned
Out of the shinning Vagina of the cave
is being served ‘voter santé’
in your afternoon gossip;
With sweet propaganda
as ants, elephant & roasted frog-legs.
Watch out! the forces are at work
To defeat the atom bomb
As a paper bomb
In sweet beguiling
Utter insincerity
And bring the world to an end
on a dateless day
Before Our Bomb explode!…
(ravindranath/1983)
