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Yogi Akhilesh’s Poems

 


Yogi Akhilesh writes poems

with the black smoke stinking of burning human flesh

on the bank of the holy Ganga

in Manikarnika Ghat

in Varanasi.

 

Ants and worms compete

to eat Yogi Akhilesh’s poems.

They chew the letters and the punctuation marks.

The exclamation marks disappear first.

 

Dead ashes float on holy Ganga.

Sins dissolve into the holy waters.

Shanti mantras rumble and roll into the river’s ripples.

Abandoned gaumatas wander in

and masticate what remains of

Yogi Akhilesh’s poems.

 

Yogi Akhilesh is a holy seer.

He has no eyes.

His vision is clear.

His poems are tangy.

One day the Ganga will carry them too,

Without punctuation marks.

Distorted words.

 

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Comments

  1. Hari OM
    I confess myself a little uncertain what you say here - Yogi Adityanath reference or Akhilesh Yadav reference? I think the latter may have penned some shlokas... but I think is not a holy man? YAM xx

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    1. Neither Adityanath nor Akhilesh is my man, but a fictitious yogi whose words of wisdom go undigested and are ultimately distorted.

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  2. Everyone writes poetry nowadays. I keep wondering whether I should continue or quit.
    -Sonia

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    1. I hope my venture into the poetic arena is not the cause of your frustration 😅

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    2. Isn't more the merrier Sonia 😃

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    3. Haha. Not at all sir. The reference is to your muse.

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  3. He has no eyes his vision is clear... Wonderful poem. Loved the metaphors
    Deepika

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    1. Thank you, Deepika. I hesitated to put this up in the blog knowing it's hard to understand. Too metaphorical.

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  4. That's what makes this poem special. Its open to so many interpretation. I think each one will read it according to their perceptions of many philosophies in life. I loved it

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  5. I stumbled upon this piece by chance but I loved it. I loved the perspective, especially the usage of Pire and what happens henceforth as a metaphor. Hardly anyone touches such subjects. Continue with the good work sirji 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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    1. Thank you, Manas. That surely is an encouraging comment. My poetry tends to be bizarre. Luckily, poetry comes to me rarely.

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  6. Every time , you read it, it comes up with a new meaning . Nice. I am not an English litrature person but whatever little knowledge of the language I have gained by reading Physics or chemistry, I liked it...
    Ants and worms compete

    to eat Yogi Akhilesh’s poems.

    They chew the letters and the punctuation marks.

    The exclamation marks disappear first.

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  7. i like the words, he has no eyes, his vision is clear. I believe that some of us have no vision because we tend to see too much with our eyes.

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  8. Ganga will carry you without punctuation marks - This line hit hard. Good to read poem in the metamorphic manner and you said a lot in few words. I think you should pen more poems for making your point as poetry has its own charm to deliver the underlying message.

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    1. Poetry rises in me only rarely. Glad you liked this.

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  9. I am not a poetry person but I enjoy reading good ones. This is a good poem and although it took me some time to understand it, I enjoyed it.

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