So another of my poem is here.....Again a serious stuff. So if you guys are in a lighter version of mood, please avoid reading the stuff or indigestion is guaranteed. I must have thrown a disclaimer at the start but that is something where all the controversy emanates from. But just to disown any fallouts that my poem may have I must tell that the pronouns used here are not targeted at any particular section of society. Let them just be ‘PRO-no-NOUNS’. Also don’t just even think that I had a great social cause in my mind while I was writing this. It is just that I was thinking about a very general phenomenon observed in the society and just wrote all that on a piece of paper and unfortunately it was ‘a good morning’ for the poet in my mind so he gifted me this.
MUCK & BRASS
To a higher rank you belong
And claim to have come way long
A culture from Zion you follow
And you boast of a history strong
Having read some tomes you take pride
And say animal in you has died
You the Beauty, they the Beast
Those lives bucolic you always deride
Your mark, your mind, your money-all talk
All theirs are mum- a silent walk
They are belowest all is bought
But they are the roots- the building block
Manners they don’t know
But something else that in your heart must grow -politeness
Letters they can’t read
But something else that you all must heed -nature
Argots they can’t utter
But something else that you can never do better -greetings
Dreams they don’t have
But something else that you can only crave -contentment
Here wit comes easy , easy goes hence
But they are the ones who know the essence
Their rights are always wronged alas!
And their bliss you have named ignorance.
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One of the comments that I got for my earlier posts -which I after a great amount of brainstorming found out to be the strongest factor in making my poems appreciable- was ‘the difficulty in understanding them’. Well one plausible explanation for this is that these are modern poems (like modern arts) not the classical poems and their meaning is sure a bit incomprehensible (for both the writer and the reader..he..he..I am being so candid!). The higher the difficulty level, the more appreciation they are destined to get.
But this time I am sparing you guys to go through so much travails even at the cost of the praises that I may have got for this post. I am exposing the tricks used here in this poem. The explanation for some of the terms and phrases are as under:
*Title= a popular saying goes like this ‘ where there is muck there is brass’ meaning a business can be profitable by being engaged in some wrongs or something like this (Oh please someone tell this proverb to our Ethics/CSR teacher. They will probably sue Oxford/Cambridge/Webster’s.....for including this saying in their Dictionaries.) I borrowed the title from the same. Muck here represent...Oh sorry I have disclaimed something above and I must follow that.
*Culture from Zion= Zion means heaven. Culture from Zion here means a culture that is thought to be very superior.
*Lives Bucolic=Rural folk
*'Wit Comes Easy, Easy Goes Hence'= it better holds true for money but we have seen how in today’s world even the most qualified and so called literate persons engage themselves in meanest of tasks.
*'And Their Bliss You ve Named Ignorance'= Well you are very much aware of the saying 'Ignorance is bliss'. I have not only played with the order of words but with meaning of the saying as well. It means that their simplicity is said to be gaucheness, their contentment to be their submissiveness, their modesty to be their penury......
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