Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Sunil Sharma- A Poem

Real-time fiends 

A black-bodied vehicle cruising
the dark street, 2 am-silence unnerving.
The tail lights glowing---
like the red eyes of a marauding ghoul!

On the gleaming tarmac,
Its tyres screech, startling an owl
in an abandoned warehouse nearby.

A bat leaves the broken Gothic turret
while the moon gets swollen by a ballooning cloud.

Drunk staggering somewhere, unsure
while a man gets knifed by the thugs
the bloody saga; the gore; entrails
being watched by the hustlers, bored.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here---
A  line boldly sprawled by a graffiti artist
on a wall with mottled green on the top.

Shut-down homes
barbed wires, and,
strays---as the wolves.

Circles of inferno---
Depicted on the other panel.
The occasional vagabond/migrant find
their own visages---reflected in the life-like painting!

Mumbai-based, Sunil Sharma, a college principal, is also widely-published Indian critic, poet, literary interviewer, editor, translator, essayist and fiction writerHe has already published  14 books: four collections of poetry, two of short fiction, one novel, one a critical study of the novel and co-edited six anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism.

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