This is indeed a beautiful poem, sir. The best I have read today! -Preetha Sreeni, Palakkad
A subtle poem reflecting the fierceful, forceful and threatening silence maintained by the keepers, at least those revered, conferred and identified as such. Very painful indeed, whence the laughing Buddha is ailing, seeing the world topsy-turvy. Difficult times made more so with no will whatsoever to find an answer. Loved the last two lines, reminding we are not immortal or young forever. Time is fleeting by. Thankyou Satish Sir for sharing this beautifully composed poem, painted with painful reality. -Gomathi Mohan, New Delhi
Warning against a warning!
Reading the poem gives blue horrors to find mindless people defining borders with scratched, inert body that is also celebrated as a warning in the confused world where the smiling Budhha becomes the ailing Budhha upon perhaps seeing intolerance in his endearing world; a foolish act would be definitely to find the hand which is supposed to help, heal, now engaged in the hit-hurt-hate acts. Somehow the narrator suddenly turns back and warns that tomorrow will cease to remain with guilds.
Perhaps it is this turning back at the offenders that justifies the name of the poem as Words and Passages, where words also mean promises and passages the passing or the changing times. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata
A subtle poem reflecting the fierceful, forceful and threatening silence maintained by the keepers, at least those revered, conferred and identified as such. Very painful indeed, whence the laughing Buddha is ailing, seeing the world topsy-turvy. Difficult times made more so with no will whatsoever to find an answer. Loved the last two lines, reminding we are not immortal or young forever. Time is fleeting by. Thankyou Satish Sir for sharing this beautifully composed poem, painted with painful reality. -Gomathi Mohan, New Delhi
Warning against a warning!
Reading the poem gives blue horrors to find mindless people defining borders with scratched, inert body that is also celebrated as a warning in the confused world where the smiling Budhha becomes the ailing Budhha upon perhaps seeing intolerance in his endearing world; a foolish act would be definitely to find the hand which is supposed to help, heal, now engaged in the hit-hurt-hate acts. Somehow the narrator suddenly turns back and warns that tomorrow will cease to remain with guilds.
Perhaps it is this turning back at the offenders that justifies the name of the poem as Words and Passages, where words also mean promises and passages the passing or the changing times. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata
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