The poem represents the true picture of the world, without circumlocution.
How could you do it, a rhetorical question
Good question. It is really startling to discover, from a distance, how intelligent people have been continuously destroying the world, borrowing the words of Mallick da, ‘inch by inch’. We, the people of the world, as rightly pointed out, have done a difficult job indeed hiding the mesquineries, treacheries, of molesting, exploiting people. And here, all the rich men and women, irrespective of demographies, are one and the same. It is also interesting to note how, on negative grounds, we are united. Our basics are not clear and sound, and with this we are also reaching out to other planets, creating towers to connect, overlooking the wailing disconnect that surrounds us and gets reflected perhaps, as written by Surya, in the agonising roar of the sea.
Guilty fire, an oxymoron?
What appears as an oxymoron here is actually representing death and destruction, putting it sarcastically, in a holistic way. Destruction of the outside (the world) as well as the inside (body, mind and spirit). We do not seem to realise that we are all slowly contributing to the overall annihilation of this world in particular, and humankind in general. Only cockroaches will survive. We are continuously and consistently ignoring the power of divinity and spirituality within us, thrown into the litter as rubbish, discarded as inapplicable by the intelligent lot, tricking, back-stabbing, murdering of constructive thoughts have become permanent residents within us way too long. Scientists, politicians, have combined to produce weapons of mass destruction to induce fear into the eco-system. We are indeed using the object ‘fire’ in the wrong way, far too long. Spark, which could have been guilty, is murdered and buried inside because the clowns had already plundered the shelter. It is done and dead. Period.
Suicide was not the solution
If only you gave him a ladder, things could have changed sort of weakly shows a possibility towards finding a solution. But sadly, the story of the world is here to come to an end, where hope is a burnt toast. The parable of the boiled frog is coming to be true again. The frog is slowly and surely dying, cannot jump off the vessel, it has been accustomed to the gradual and slow increase in the temperature of the water, which has suddenly become unbearable; the body has become far too heavy, it cannot jump. On the other hand, what the poem says by not saying, is that the monopoly of the dinosaurs, the clowns, the unconscious oppressors have also become self-defeating; they are also on their way to destruction. Their legs have become heavy, going to be extinct soon.
Trail of blood (TOB), a clever usage
Yes I am following it because I am left with no solution. A probing in the title TOB, which also stands for Type of Bill, Takeover bid, Type of business, could lead readers to understand whose bills are we paying, what kind of a takeove bid is this, what type of business are we doing with the world at large.- Supratik Sen, Kolkata
How could you do it, a rhetorical question
Good question. It is really startling to discover, from a distance, how intelligent people have been continuously destroying the world, borrowing the words of Mallick da, ‘inch by inch’. We, the people of the world, as rightly pointed out, have done a difficult job indeed hiding the mesquineries, treacheries, of molesting, exploiting people. And here, all the rich men and women, irrespective of demographies, are one and the same. It is also interesting to note how, on negative grounds, we are united. Our basics are not clear and sound, and with this we are also reaching out to other planets, creating towers to connect, overlooking the wailing disconnect that surrounds us and gets reflected perhaps, as written by Surya, in the agonising roar of the sea.
Guilty fire, an oxymoron?
What appears as an oxymoron here is actually representing death and destruction, putting it sarcastically, in a holistic way. Destruction of the outside (the world) as well as the inside (body, mind and spirit). We do not seem to realise that we are all slowly contributing to the overall annihilation of this world in particular, and humankind in general. Only cockroaches will survive. We are continuously and consistently ignoring the power of divinity and spirituality within us, thrown into the litter as rubbish, discarded as inapplicable by the intelligent lot, tricking, back-stabbing, murdering of constructive thoughts have become permanent residents within us way too long. Scientists, politicians, have combined to produce weapons of mass destruction to induce fear into the eco-system. We are indeed using the object ‘fire’ in the wrong way, far too long. Spark, which could have been guilty, is murdered and buried inside because the clowns had already plundered the shelter. It is done and dead. Period.
Suicide was not the solution
If only you gave him a ladder, things could have changed sort of weakly shows a possibility towards finding a solution. But sadly, the story of the world is here to come to an end, where hope is a burnt toast. The parable of the boiled frog is coming to be true again. The frog is slowly and surely dying, cannot jump off the vessel, it has been accustomed to the gradual and slow increase in the temperature of the water, which has suddenly become unbearable; the body has become far too heavy, it cannot jump. On the other hand, what the poem says by not saying, is that the monopoly of the dinosaurs, the clowns, the unconscious oppressors have also become self-defeating; they are also on their way to destruction. Their legs have become heavy, going to be extinct soon.
Trail of blood (TOB), a clever usage
Yes I am following it because I am left with no solution. A probing in the title TOB, which also stands for Type of Bill, Takeover bid, Type of business, could lead readers to understand whose bills are we paying, what kind of a takeove bid is this, what type of business are we doing with the world at large.- Supratik Sen, Kolkata
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