Rajib Chakrabarti on the twistedness implicit in straightening out the non-linear
Deprived of cakes we eat bread
 
and the drain inspector looks askance.
 
They believe we grow up on milk powder
 
invented in the West.
 
He’d faint if he knew a few hard facts –
 
a ubiquitous tenth of humanity;
 
black or white or anything in between;
 
even before women learnt to grow crops;
 
nature’s whims spare no age or clime.
 
Even sub-human species.
 
Emperor penguins abominably
 
bend in snow white bliss.

 

 
As feet go up and down on the pedals
 
the sunlight breaks on them –
 
a thousand priceless pieces;
 
the rocky ripples that clothe the bones
 
fuel conflict with revealed books.
 
The few sacrificed
 
for the good of the many.
 
Great souls with a flair for hallucinations
 
straighten the immutable
 
curvature of the universe,
 
and prescribe a life term of torment
 
to be followed by another
 
for eternity.
 
 

Photo credit: Pawan Dhall