The faces eager for survival.
The long walk through the cracked earth,
And little tunnels of Ataturk’s land.
The dawns of regathering your mettle,
The eves of laying down your arms,
The days that bridge dawn and dusk,
Courage and desperation.
And you just have to look at a little child
To see, how amber like, their eyes are,
Preserving the fossils of a long walk
While the soft-proteins, on their soles
And palms, turn to hedgehog skin,
And you can only guess the horror
That two innocent eyes can witness.
And here, you find entrapped
Inside a palpitation chamber, the locked
Ammunition of hate, that like
A tall pine tree, opening up and detonating
Thousands of tiny yellow pollen, shoots with no aim.
You hope to god, that invisibility boiling below
The poker face, will never hold an AK47
Or a grenade, or wear a detonating vest.
Hate, the kind that manifests in rage,
Is a sleeping giant, who when awakened,
Is no match for the innocent Lilliputians,
Little children who are caught
In the crossfire, of that never-ending war,
Divided by the count or absence, of a small piece of open skin,
That shoots little bullets, bridging life with life,
And yet lives mightier than a ballot slip
Through an open heart, the vote that counts,
In the most primal democracy of them all – love,
Which cares little, about a snippet
Of redundant skin.
Evolution works on the principle
Of natural selection. Darwin said that long ago.
What is less cumbersome to select
Than one generation of perfect symmetry
What no gamete can aspire
To protract beyond the point of lapse.
How beautiful is the bush with two colorful birds
Or two fluffy-eared jack rabbits?
And how endearing is recreation absented
Of procreation, holding the nacre of true love
To break out of an oyster shell
Out of a rock terrace, out of the ocean
Out of a wooden closet, to become naturalized
To a status quo, where kaleidoscopic rainbows
Vindicate how much beauty there is
In sheer symmetry. Just look, at those
Sunflowers, nautilus shells, peacock tails – all beauties of nature,
Just like how endearing two bodies are
Which only know the absolute need
To be a palindrome.