Neethu Tessa
Gaea
Parched territories, longing for rain
With each summer more searing than the last
Erratic showers, unpredictable and disillusioning
Far from thirst-quenching
For a land and its people
Who have bartered ‘homes’ for ‘houses’
How long will the Earth hold
A misdirected, disoriented race?
Stripped of its umblical cord,
Violently parted off her breast,
Having lost its moorings and sense of justice.
How far will the show go on?
Burdened, Atlas totters to his feet,
The countdown has begun.
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Man against Man,
Ever since the dawn of human civilization.
Cain’s accursed hand that murdered his brother
Joseph who fell into the wrath of his twelve brethren
The people driven out of their “Land”
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow?
The dispersed, in a quest for Canaan
The same story replayed again and again…
Driven out of land, persecuted for one’s race
When will the chain of evil be broken?
To liberate Man from these shackles…
Hope: hope is the thing with feathers
Pen: pen is mightier than the sword
Hands: hands can usher in a change.
Dream, dream and dream….
For dreams transform into Thoughts
And thoughts result in action.
I am Neethu Tessa, born in 1988 and raised in the quiet town of Kottayam, India. An Assistant Professor of English at Assumption College, Kerala, India, I teach courses in Language and Literature. My love for poetry is a recent but passionate affair and I acknowledge my soulmate Manu Mangattu for that creative spark. You can contact me at neethu...@gmail.com
-- my poem is Unpublished