To Our Unborn and Other Poems

    by Bhaskar Pitla

    1 – To our unborn

    Stand on your toes tall, watch
    the world. Let the morning Sun
    glaze your thoughts – Orange
    yellow, let it be. Play with fire
    spewing dragons, slay them
    with your innocence. Smile

    fervently. Learn
    curiously. Charm
    ardently. Take

    the crimson balm of the evening
    skies, and drift with the seas.
    Mould the winds to obey your words
    make friends with the trees, then follow
    the murmurations of Mynas
    and go hum with the bees.

    Ask the questions but don’t seek
    answers always, see like the birds see.

    Follow the music of your heart, like
    a river breaks
    away from stillness
    but don’t lose kindness
    for the world is getting more bleak.

    Hope these words
    reach you through
    an untamed landscape
    of spring. Your eyes

    are a reflection of my dreams

    2 – Risking it

    I am risking it with a flower
    I am dropping all the bombs
    and guns. I am cutting off all
    the barbed wires, and joining
    my hands in a prayer with this
    flower placed in it, offering

    this inner layer of my heart
    these hardened hands worn out
    by holding metal too long
    not knowing the softness of a petal-

    this color of sunshine, the openness
    of sky – vastness of embrace
    the deepening of green and brown
    which knows no enemy. I am risking
    it all with my lips pursed open

    waiting for your smile.

    Bhaskar Pitla’s recent poetry has been published in the Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English: 2020-2021, The Shape of a Poem: The Red River Book of Contemporary Erotic Poetry, Cordite Poetry Review, UK based Setu Bilingual Journal, online journal ‘Narrow Road’. Based in Mumbai, he works in technology consulting. With his other interests being songwriting and photography, he believes art and life overlaps to create an abstract painting.

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