Sunil Sharma


Colours of dawn

The sky radiates the energy of a
young dawn.

The horizon comes with the painted face of
an Indian classical dancer about to make
her debut.
The sky is a studio.

The shadows persist
the light is yet to lift
the veil.

At this liminal state of being
new aesthetic forms crystalize.

See Monet over there!

The spirits of the old forests and lakes
linger on but 
briefly.

The chants, 
hymns of 
the wandering poets and sages
can be heard faintly
across the meadows.



For the sake of bees, a plea
 
The dandelions are back!

Unwelcome as the squatters in a democracy.
The more they get ejected, the more they come
back, in large numbers, and occupy
the venue as a protest

kind of politics that the State dislikes.
This year spring arrived late, in Toronto.

It did the same last year. The winters are getting severe.
So, are the summers—as far as India and France.

The colleagues discuss the
discounted meals, mortgages, new
cars 
reduced pay package over lunch

off-line, in-person meets,
the city talks of 
pandemics and downsized labour markets.


Little kids insist
over a dinner of mushrooms, crabs and Sushi
in the Café Exotic: Please, Pa, do not kill the Dandelions.

—They are weeds!
—Yeah, but food for the bees, already threatened with extinction.

The compromise: in May: the tiny flowers on the green grass, the yellow killers, will not be removed.

Sigh!
Some reprieve for other forms.
Small measures, corrections.

Things that make possible humans to
Survive on an overheated planet.

Toronto-based author-academic-editor, Sunil Sharma has published 23 creative and critical books — joint and solo.

He edits Setu journal: https://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html

For further details, please visit his website: https://sunil-sharma.com

 
 

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