So I took up The Great Indian Poetry Challenge and wrote a poem in one hour on ‘loud sounds’ (randomly picked topic). Here is my piece in word and video!
I enter the bazaar,
An image of confusion,
Bodies touching like
It’s no one’s business.
Hands clutching purses
For fear of witness.
And to top it all,
That one baby wailing
In Satan’s truest form.
Absolutely resolute in it’s desire to annoy, the baby left me…grateful.
Let me explain.
Before it’s cry, I had only heard
The dukaandar‘s yelling,
The cafe blaring,
And the men daring
In their attempt to *impress*,
So they say.
I had only heard
The busy butchers,
The screams for divine interference
The hagglings for notes of worth,
Again and again and again.
I had only heard the tired tinkling of bells,
The casual defeat in “Yeah, oh well…”s
Then I heard the baby in all its annoying worth.
Surprisingly, it brought me to other things.
I noticed little boys objectify,
Little girls pacify,
Like they’d grasped their roles in this clumsy world.
I heard elders dominate
And sadhus recreate
For they thought they could
Fake their way through innocence.
I heard impatient sirens of help
From this chaotic place
That just seemed capable of a yelp.
I heard the same loud murmurs of
Cowards and hollow individuals,
And those who long since needed to be dethroned.
I heard it all in this small bazaar and all that it could be expressed in,
Was a crying baby’s wail-baar baar.
Here is the video!