Monday, May 28, 2012

Vedic hymns
Rise to the skies
Fervent prayer
~

Marigold, ashoka leaves, jasmine
Festive crowds but no jostling
the red of the shamiana reflected on eager faces
Such is the power of the presence
What must happen when avatars visit?

~
Young boys enunciate in precise sanskit
Proud heritage
of limits, bounds and standards
Reciting from memory, perfection
I watch with envy.

Back home
the loafers, the idle, time pass
Mohawk cut and long tressed,
smoke weed, play cards,
begin every second line with the F word
These guys don’t even hobble to the starting line
Karma!

4 comments:

norrbu said...

Karma how di - when years from now, these loafers drive fancy cars, have beautiful families?

austere said...

these ones will not, that i can guarantee.

PQ said...

Karma...I also doubt it at times....but like to believe in it

Beth said...

In the last stanza, I can almost see the curl of your lip; there is a judgmental, but perhaps apt, saying about fellows like the ones you describe: they are a waste of good skin.