Sunday, February 5, 2006


I have been working on the following poem off and on for a few days while in Nagpur, the geographic center of India. The poem gathers up disperate observations over the past two weeks. It is still in process, but at least ready to post as a draft:

Ancient Mother
River wide
Flowing onward
Rising tide

Ever seeking
Gods untold
Bows in worship
Yearning soul

Gracious welcome
So betrayed
Meanly plundered

Deeply longing
To be free
Confronts power

Modern nation
On the go
Ardent striver
Watch her grow

Many peoples
Tongues and tribes
Past and present
Side by side

Changing faces
Caste aside?
Or revert to
Social pride?

Crucial moment
Now to see
Grace and justice

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