What Matters to Me – Random Ramblings

I was walking with my dog .Skooby, today morning.  It was a beautiful morning, a cool breeze blowing, a clear sunny California day.  It was not a long walk, about two miles.  As I was walking, the idea of a poem was sprouting in my mind.  I could clearly see the words floating in front of my eyes.  I decided to write the poem down as soon as I reached home.  Alas, once I reached home and sat down to write, I realized my beautifully arranged words were no longer lining up as beautifully and now all jumbled up. I opened my smartphone and was disappointed as it turned out not to be smart but dumb.  The dumb phone failed to record my thoughts.  What good is its smartness for?  Now I was forced to rely on my old, failing memory instead of the smart memory of my phone.  Well, to make a long story short, the poem did not turn out to be as beautiful as I envisioned.  But rest assured, though it may sound to be a rambling one, I did not have a single iota of malice in my mind towards anyone.  Not even to the one whose statue would never be erected to adorn any significant public square anywhere in the world to be toppled by future protesters.  In fact I am indebted to him for being the inspiration of the poem.

 

When did it come to this,

The choice of

Six feet apart, or

Six feet under

Became valid?

We became afraid

To cough in public,

But OK to fart,

Louder the better,

No infection danger.

When did it become the norm

To wear mask in public,

But wearing hijab is

Still wrong?

And those in denial

Justifying their refusal

To wear mask,

Proclaiming their freedom of choice,

When it become OK

To knowingly infect others?

And that’s not a crime?

Are these the same

Who indignantly proclaim

Their rights to bear arms?

Reasoning guns don’t kill

People do,

Now will they say

People do not infect,

Corona does?

We are all so scared of 

The truth,

And embrace

All the fake news.

As long as the 

Chief protagonist

Butters our toasts

It’s OK.

Toasts may get

Burnt black,

Who cares,

As all life matters

But it is difficult to say

Black life matters, because

All does not include black.

Sometimes I wonder,

Who created white and black,

Blue and brown?

Blue blood,

Never seen one.

If ever I see the almighty

I do plan to ask.

But which one?

All the children of the books

Profess only to their one.

If even I dare to say

I do pray,

But not to the one 

You or you do,

I shall be 

Consigned to hell.

Spokesperson who hijacked

The words of the

All merciful,

May say

Off with my head,

If I dare to doubt.

I prefer my neck

On my head.

Neither do I prefer

To go to hell,

Not that what they are making

This earth is

Any better.

Peace be on you all

If I dare say,

But whose peace? 

Oh, how I digress

For whatever it counts

To me,

Black lives matter,

Lives of the repressed matter,

Lives of the discriminated matter,

Lives of the oppressed matter,

Lives of the persecuted matter,

And yes, All lives matter.

Guns do kill,

As Covid kills,

As people kill,

As lies kill.

And I want my freedom

To cough in public,

Even hidden behind 

The mask.

No, not to infect.

I don’t relish the thought

To fake

And fart

To hide my cough.

 

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

6 thoughts on “What Matters to Me – Random Ramblings”

  1. I have similar rambling thoughts about corona, God, racism, liberty, oppression, masks, etc. Even when they’re coherent and poem-like, I can’t come up with a satisfying ending. BTW, I heard Corona can be spread by farts, so be careful about using them to camouflage a cough. In England, “intentional farters” can be charged with a crime. 🙂

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  2. Liked the poem, thought provoking.
    I am a person of the Books. My Book tells me that He had sent prophets to every community in the world. And to be a person of my Faith, one of the conditions is to bear witness to the Almighty God, all the Angels, all His Books, all the Prophets (1,24000, only few are mentioned by name), the Last Day, the good and bad Destiny, and being reborn after Death.
    I believe in One Unseen God, to me, if I say your God, my God, then it would be recognizing more than 1 God, which goes against my fundamental belief.
    He says, “We acknowledge sincerity wherever it is found.” In the Quran, The word We is used to refer to Himself, that is not for plurality.
    Whatever matters to you dear Poet, matters to me to.
    And on the lighter side, uncovered F can infect too, just FYI.
    Peace on you and all of us.
    Regards.

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    1. Happy that provoked some thoughts😀.
      I myself am a strong believer that there are many paths to the same destination, wherever it is.
      If one is reborn without any past memories, then as far as I am concerned, this is the only life I have to live and I shall be happy to live and let live.
      On the lighter side, another of my reader has pointed me to the risk of infection from exhaled hot air. That piece of information remains to be verified ( by me), so no comment at present😀.
      Thanks for reading and your comment. Appreciate that.

      Like

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