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CONTEMPORARY CONCERNS AND BEYOND (A Collection of Poems)

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  Contemporary Concerns and Beyond

  K. V. Dominic

 Authorspress, New Delhi

Preface

It is with great happiness that I am presenting before you my sixth collection of poems after Winged Reason (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2010), Write Son, Write (Gnosis, New Delhi, 2011), Multicultural Symphony (Gnosis, New Delhi, 2014), Abheepsa (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2016) and K. V. Dominic Essential Readings and Study Guide (Modern History Press, MI, USA, 2016). As the title reveals, the major theme dealt in the poems of this book is contemporary issues and concerns.

Let me state that I have adopted a poetic style of my own and I never try to imitate any predecessor or contemporary poet. Initially I had an apprehension if my poems and the style would be accepted by the readers. But the two dozen reviews and comments I received from renowned professors, poets and critics for the very first collection Winged Reason removed all fears in me and gave me boost to write more and more and thus came out the other collections in quick succession.  When my poems and critiques on them were accepted warmly by the American publishing house Modern History Press and the poems were included in the syllabus of South Asian Studies in the universities of USA and UK, I have become more aware and confident that my poetry can go deep into the minds of readers, young and old.

There are 38 poems in this collection which were composed in 18 months from 2014. Variety is one of the charms of my poetry and I have dealt with innumerable topics and incidents in this collection.  The topics range from problems, tortures and tragedies of the marginalized like women, beggars, transgender, children, the old, and issues of war and peace, nature, environment, vasudhaiva kutumbakam, tribute to farmers and soldiers, philosophical thoughts, karma, spirituality, social issues and criticism, haiku etc.

Before winding up my preface let me express my deep gratitude to my bosom friend as well as world renowned publisher, Shri. Sudarshan Kcherry for taking this book for publication. He has already published twenty titles of mine. He is such a unique personality, full of wisdom, philosophy and compassion, that one will be enticed to publish more and more from his publishing house. God bless him for the selfless service he has been rendering to the academic and writing community. Wishing all lovers of poetry an enjoyable navigation through the book,

Affectionately,

–K. V. Dominic

  

Contents

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  1. Salute to Farmers
  2. A Cremator’s Struggle for Existence
  3. Aboobaker, Poor Patients’ Saviour
  4. An Airport Made of Tears
  5. Beggars and Animals
  6. Brahman’s Leela
  7. Child Trafficking
  8. Circus Rani, Queen of Woes
  9. Departure without Any Label
  10. Eating Gives Bliss
  11. Ecological Debt Day
  12. Flower Vendor
  13. Haiku
  14. Hut in the River
  15. I can Hear the Groan of Mother Earth
  16. Karma is Akarma
  17. Lessons from Fruit Trees
  18. Mahadeva Prasad, Saviour of Deserted Girls
  19. Maternal Attachment
  20. Mother India, I Weep…
  21. Murukan, God of Beggars
  22. Nadarajan, the Ideal Neighbour
  23. None is Born Free
  24. Parental Duty
  25. Parents Deserted
  26. Servants Assume Masters
  27. Shinu’s Marathon for Charity
  28. Tearful Exodus
  29. Transgender Techie Begging for Survival
  30. Tribute to SAI Sanctuary
  31. Tribute to Siachen Martyrs
  32. Tyagi
  33. Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam
  34. Venkatachalam, Saviour of the Old
  35. What is Karma?
  36. What is Spirituality?
  37. Women Denied Justice
  38. Salute to Soldiers

 

 1. Salute to Farmers!

 

Farming, noblest of all calling

Most terrestrial and natural

Innocent human beings beckoned

by mother earth to dig out

treasures from her infinite chest

Farmers gently hunt out using

spades, ploughs, harrows etc.

Wicked mafia sons suck her blood

Inject venoms to her veins

and even rape her to death

How pleasurable farming is!

Getting up early morning

farmers are allured by plants

just like their own children

Their eyes are bathed in happiness

when they find plants’ growth

leaf after leaf and flower after flower

and fruit after fruit getting to ripen

Their eyes are drowned in tears

when they find beloved plants

withered or dead by bad weather

Farmers, feeders of a nation

less remembered gratefully

or least honoured and rewarded

Always praying for the mercy of God

Risking drought and flood

they have only tales of tears

Outcome of their sweat

looted by the mafias

and they starve and cultivate

to feed the nation’s parasites

Numbers of their suicides

increase year after year

Let’s salute our farmers for they

are the backbones of our nation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. A Cremator’s Struggle for Existence

 

Where man fears to occupy

a woman performs bravely!

Seleena Michael aged fifty one

lone cremator of Thrukkakkara

Municipal public crematorium

Cremating average twenty bodies monthly

Life with corpses for more than five years!

Two little daughters her assistants

Husband deserted a score year back

Then started life as housemaid

which ultimately led to role of a cremator

Taken this horrendous work on contract base

Will get Rs. 1500 for each corpse

of which 550 remitted to municipal office

Deducting cost of burning fuels

gets 450 for her dreadful work

Cremation takes three to six hours

Medicine addict bodies need longer hours

Kith and kin of body leave

once cremation fuel is ignited

Heat and fume of burning body

Explosive sounds of crushing bones

Dreading darkness of deep night

None but burning body as companion

But no force can dissuade her

firm determination to voyage life.

 

*Based on The Mathrubhumi report on 26 July 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Aboobaker, Poor Patients’ Saviour*

 

Aboobaker runs an old medical shop in Ponnani

Poor patients flood there with prescriptions

No name board but known well in four districts

Medicines worth rupees fifty thousand

given free to average hundred patients everyday

Sefless humane service for more than thirty years

Collects sample medicines during free time

from doctors, hospitals and distributors

Closed his profitable hardware shop and

chose this as his divine vocation

Lives happily with his service minded wife

Has already won many awards for his great service

*Based on The Mathrubhumi Sunday supplement report of 3 March 2016. Ponnani is a place in Northern Kerala.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. An Airport Made of Tears*

 

Proposed Aranmula International Airport

A dream project of private construction group

Intends to construct airport city in 3000 acres

Eighty percent land paddy fields and wet lands

Rice and fish can earn four hundred crores per year

Runway being constructed over tributary of Pamba

will lead to flood in river during monsoon

Razing of four hills for filling wet lands

leading to water shortage and loss of biodiversity

Will affect serenity and sanctity of Parthasarathy temple

Three thousand poor families to be evicted

But they are not willing to leave

their sustaining lands, jobs and houses

 

Fake development policy of the State

Dancing to tunes of billionaire corporate

An airport totally unnecessary

Two international airports on either side

Two hours drive will take you there

Selfish discontent inhumane millionaires

insist on flying from the poor’s chest

Got sanction from Sate through foul means

Already filled hundreds of acres of paddy fields

Destroyed hundreds of species of fish, snakes,

amphibians, valuable plants and micro-organisms

Fled thousands of birds both air and water

 

Aranmula people are on indefinite satyagraha

Protest against merciless State and corporate

Young and old they clamour in unison

“We will never leave our houses and lands

Where will we go and how will we live?

We can’t leave our rich heritage village,

our Parthasarathy temple and holy groves

Let their armed force shoot us all

and construct airport over our corpses.”

Their elected government has betrayed them

The government pleads for the corporate

Ignores the pleas of opposition parties

Pooh-poohs warnings of environmentalists

Innocent villagers lulled by music of birds and hymns

Waken up again by heavenly symphony

And eased by gentle strokes of breeze in day time

are destined to bear day and night

piercing drones of planes one after other

 

Beware, Maoists are never born

They are made where injustice rules

 

*Arnamula is a Hindu heritage village in southern part of Kerala. The place is internationally known for Parthasarathy Temple, Holy Snake Boats and boat race, Aranmula Mirror and holy river Pamba. The poem was composed on 28 February 2014 and recited at the main auditorium of Pondicherry Central University on 20th March 2014 before leading English poets, writers and professors from all parts of the country. The project had to be cancelled in 2015 since the Supreme Court of India ratified the order of National Green Tribunal Verdict declaring Aranmula Airport Project as violating all environmental requirements. Consequently, Govt. of India withdrew its sanction for the Airport. The Left Democratic Front government of Kerala which was elected to power in 2016 is planning to revert the site to paddy fields.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Beggars and Animals

 

God’s own children beggars

legitimate heirs to the planet

ousted by their own siblings

live by laws of Nature

flow by the flow of the system

like birds and flies in the sky

animals on land and fish in water

never sow, reap or store for morrow

minimum dress for body’s need

seldom bathe seldom wash

nature protects them

from common diseases

no shelter from cold, rain or mosquitoes

but sleep with family on shops’ verandahs

sound sleep rid of morrow’s worries

get up early morning roused by birds

share their breakfast bread

with fellow beings crows and dogs

then seek for their food for the day

just as other beings do on the planet

 

 

 

  1. Brahman’s Leela

 

Everything comes out of nothing

And goes back again to nothing

And this cycle goes on

Started from time immemorial

And continues eternal

All Brahman’s Leela

Brahman full of perfections

Hence no purpose in creation

Nothing to be obtained by creation

Spontaneous creation of universe

Leela, Leela, Brahman’s blissful sport

Precipitates pain as well as joy

He who learns it, least affected

Has neither joy nor sorrow

Remains in heaven on earth

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Child Trafficking

 

National Crime Records Bureau’s

distressing, shocking revelation:

A child just disappear overnight

every eight minutes!

Children taken from their homes

and sold in markets

just like cows or goats!

Sold for bonded labour!

Amputated, blinded,

defaced with acid for begging!

Sexual exploitation

from the tender age of five!

Young girls made sex slaves

and forced prostitution!

Organs of children sold

and earn thousands!

Kidnapped children and

those sold by their parents!

Abject poverty compels parents

to leave their darlings

with bleeding hearts

and shaking hands!

Traffickers beguile them

with hollow promises

Believe their kids are driven

to secure happy homes

Forty thousand children

abducted in India every year!

Twelve thousand women

and fifty thousand children

trafficked for sex trade from

neighbouring countries every year!

India bears three lakh child beggars!

Forty four thousand children

fall into gangs’ clutches every year!

How can man be cruel like this!

Non-human beings always

love their offsprings and

protect them from all dangers

Human being refined being

proves often debased being!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Circus Rani, Queen of Woes

 

Circus Rani aged twenty eight

the real queen of Rainbow Circus Company

Born to poor Christian parents

of North-Eastern State of Meghalaya

Abject poverty compelled mother

to sell her to Circus company

at the tender age of only ten

Her father died of AIDS

when she was only eight

Mother too showed positive

Younger siblings three more

Mother left the world fifteen years back

Whereabouts of siblings now unknown

Rani has now none in the world

When she performs flying trapeze

she takes it as her life’s dangling

Her tight rope walking, Aerial hoop acrobatics

Equilibristics and Acrobalance

Wheel of death and Globe of death

give her no joy though spectators are delighted

Long thirteen years spent in tents

Tent is her world and their inmates her fellow beings

Each one has a tragic tale to tell

But who to listen to than one’s own tent mates?

World likes only their smiling face

So too boss of the circus company

Rani’s beauty has been waning

Age can’t be controlled

She knows she will have to say goodbye

when the body can’t be agile and supple

Where will she go and who will take her as bride?

Such burning answerless questions

wound her as she performs each her skill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Departure without Any Label

 

Once dead what are we?

Aren’t corpse as of other beings’?

Impartial Creator knows no difference

Human beings siblings of Other beings

Who does funeral rites for dogs and cats?

Jivatma goes to Paramatma unawares

Why then all these nonsense for human beings?

Thousands spent for soul’s rest in peace!

Bribing Creator through fraud clergy?

Gullible laity tempted and snared

I don’t want my body exploited

Be a burden to my kith and kin

There shall be no prayers or rites

Nor burial in churchyard or ugly vault

Let it be burned up at public crematorium

I came to this earth without any label

Labels then crush me like octopus

Allow me to depart without any label

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Eating Gives Bliss

 

When eater gets sensual pleasure

feeder gets eternal bliss

How blissful are mothers

seeing their children gulping!

Equal bliss we experience

when our cats and dogs

finish their plates so fast

Same is the bliss we get

when we feed cattle and birds

or a hungry beggar in house

Isn’t this the state of heaven

and why should we seek it elsewhere?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Ecological Debt Day

 

Ecological Debt Day

Alias Earth Overshoot Day

Falls on 13 August in 2015

Was on 23 December in 1970

Our needs now amount to

Resources of 1.5 earth

And by the mid century

we need two earths

Man’s insatiable thirst for

more comforts and luxuries

ignores and disregards

reserve for future generation

Renewable resources and

carbon sequestration

the only remedy for

earth’s early overshoot

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Flower Vendor

 

Flower vendor Soundira Rajan

Surrounded by flowers of dozen varieties

Rose, marigold, dahlia, daffodil,

jasmine, chrysanthemum, daisy, tulip

Dawn to night intoxicated by fragrance

Eyes bathed in alluring colours

Those pretty tempting flowers

Nature’s bounties for human minds

Balm for burning minds young and old

stimuli for amorous outburst

But unwelcome guests for Soundira Rajan

Jasmine garlands he makes for brides

remind him painfully of his unmarried daughter

Still remains single at thirty two

Arch villain dowry stands as stumbling block

Wreaths he makes with trembling hands

reminiscent of his spouse bed-ridden with cancer

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Haiku

 

Jackfruit longs for mellow:

can serve as feast

to birds and squirrels

 

Teachers shunned by students:

couldn’t serve as models

and conquer their minds

 

Rains reluctant to descend:

no shrubs and trees

to welcome their arrival

 

Elephants kill mahouts:

man has no right

to torture them

 

Children become obese:

artificial hormonal food

and lack of physical exercise

 

Tigers enter villages:

how will they survive

when forests are encroached?

 

 

Twinkling stars remind human beings

Smile, weep not, SLEEP

Learn from non human beings

 

Stray dogs multiply:

Beastly man throws away

offsprings of pets on roads

 

Cauliflowers weep:
bathed in insecticides
flies don’t kiss them

 

Why didn’t wash your dish, daughter?

If mama could do it,

why can’t you then, dear papa?

 

Cattle thank God:

their traffics on trucks are blocked

Gluttons of beef weep

 

Infant’s innocent smile:

Smiles at nothing

Finds beauty everywhere

 

Stray dogs’ begging

look at human beings:

Have mercy on us

 

Starry sky reminds man:

How little you know of universe

Be humble and modest

 

Blazing sun warns man:

You dig your own grave

I am not responsible

 

Younger generation

asks elder generation:

How will we live on earth?

 

Mother earth tells

selfish human beings:

Let other beings also live

 

Other beings remind humans:

We too have equal rights

to live on this planet

 

Flowers plead human beings:

Please don’t pluck us

We live for all beings

 

Cows pray to humans:

You may milk and drink

But leave enough for our calves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Hut in the River*

 

Low caste mother and her three daughters

destined to live in a hut they made in river

Piling wooden posts in the running water

Suma has done such hazardous feat

to save herself and her daughters from

liquor-drug-addict husband’s torture

A wooden plank bridge links them to land

Eldest daughter Surya a diabetic patient

Second daughter Ramya degree student

Youngest Aathira in Higher Secondary school

Suma works in shrimp factory during day time

and with daughters net fish in evening

A female family staggers so for survival

nowhere else but in God’s own country Kerala!

 

*Based on The Mathrubhumi report on 2 June 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. I can Hear the Groan of Mother Earth

 

I can hear the groan of mother earth

being raped by her own beloved human sons

Having sucked all milk from her mountain breasts

quarry deep out of construction mania

 

I can hear her shriek for help

when they cut each her vein

and drain all brooks and rivers

 

Can’t you hear your mother’s wail

when they pluck her hair after hair

felling trees and plants which protect them?

 

I can hear the scream of elephants, tigers,

Boars, snakes and all wild animals

when they drive them from their homes

and starve to death by burning forests

 

I can hear the death cry of bird after bird

when they cut their feeding trees

to make their selfish life more luxurious

 

Man, can’t you hear those tremors of curses

hurled on you by endangered animals, birds and plants?

Man, I can hear mother earth cursing you

As Gandhari did long back to Lord Krishna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Karma is Akarma

 

Karma has Akarma

Akarma has Karma

One who knows it

reigns kingdom of wisdom

He alone does real Karmas

Karma belongs to senses

Senses part of Prakruti

Atma does no Karma

Hence Karma is Akarma

 

Notes:

Karma means action, work or deed

Akarma means inaction

Prakruti means “nature” or “primal motive force.”

Atma means mind, soul, spirit or psyche

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Lessons from Fruit Trees

 

Nature is the best teacher

Modest and humble man

learns eternal truths from it

Plants and trees exhilarated

when flowers are born

Beautiful colours and

sweet smelling petals

make plants most pretty

and attract variety of flies

and even human beings

But after a few days

with no reluctance but joy

they shed these beauties

to give birth to fruits:

the ultimate fulfilment

of their simple lives

Same is the case of human life

a voyage to its terminus

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Mahadeva Prasad, Saviour of Deserted Girls*

 

Sukrutam Gardens

deserted girls haven

Twenty five abandoned inmates

between six and seventeen

Mahadeva Prasad bachelor of forty

their father and brother

Managing trustee of Sukrutam

Started this shelter in rented house

Later bought 2.5 acres at Kozhikode

selling his family share

and built a house in it

getting help from his friends

Organized trustee with his friends

Girls studying in various schools

Prasad would try his best

to get them employed

and married off to loving husbands

Udaya, a trustee member

is their caring loving mother

Coming back from schools

they do farming in their compound

or learn lessons of cooking

Elder ones take care younger ones

They are no more orphans

Sukrutham is no doubt

a home of love and happiness

 

*Based on The Mathrubhumi report on 18 May 2014.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Maternal Attachment

 

Who can measure mother’s immaculate love?

He can measure quantity of oceanic water

He can number the stars on blue sky

How much a mother lives for her child!

How much she pains and grieves for her offspring!

How much she bore carrying her/him in womb!

How much a mother sacrifices for her baby!

For feeding it her milk several times a day

how much she sacrifices controlling her food!

How she spends her sleepless nights

feeding and rocking when it goes crying and crying!

When mothers burn out thus for their babies

fathers lead a less tense tiresome life

Lesser time they spend with newborn babies

I feel guilt of learning this too late for recompense

How much my mother loved and lived for me!

How much she grieved, pained, fed, worked,

even starved and spent sleepless nights

watching eagerly each my movement

savouring gaily my growth day after day

From zero I have grown to this stature

I want to express ma my gratitude

Just to give her a kiss on her forehead

as return for her thousands of kisses

Alas! She left me five years back

not waiting for any returns from me

Compared to my wife’s pains and struggles

nourishing my daughter and son in infancy

mine were negligibly less

They both are grown up now

and daughter has become a mother

Still my wife’s sufferings continue

Her sleepless nights have come back

caring daughter and child with pleasure

while I sleep cozy unperturbed by infant’s cry

How shall I define mother’s love?

No lexicon term can convey it

Inexpressible, indefinable, unfathomable

immaculate, eternal and divine is maternal love!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Mother India, I Weep…

 

Mother India, you used to get up

full of vigour and thrill

roused by Sun your God

But angered by your ungrateful sons

He wakes you now with sweating rays

Trees, forests, hills,

rivers, lakes and wet lands

bathed you in refreshing rain

Maintained healthy temperature

Your wicked sons shaved off

plants and trees that cooled your body

Where are those mounds and hills?

Where are those wet lands and fields?

They levelled to build skyscrapers

and overburden you like Atlas

Seeing you lamenting helplessly

Mother India, I weep…

 

We used to wake up greeted by

music of birds like crows and cuckoos

Nature’s hymns at dawn to the Creator

Gone are those birds and music now

Dins from temples, churches and mosques

Hymns to gods who never demand

Gods are pleased by karmas alone

Sattvic karmas, which your children seldom do

Hours wasted on rituals and rites

Then engaged in tamasic, rajasic karmas

Seeing our people’s incorrigible actions

Mother India, I weep…

 

When you were enslaved by

foreign kings and empires

Looted your wealth and

trampled exemplary culture

Your valiant sons and daughters

fought against them

shedding their blood and

even sacrificing their lives

For them love of motherland

was the first and foremost feeling

Your plight is worse now Mother

Your politician sons suck your blood

Rape you and even attempt matricide

They shoot arrows and you lie bleeding

Unlike Bhishma lying on bed of arrows

could choose time of his death

you are dying inch by inch day after day

Most of your children are weak and helpless

to resist these villains’ heinous assault

Seeing you writhing and crying for help

Mother India, I weep…

  1. Murukan, God of Beggars*

 

Nothing gives greater happiness

than living for the poor

Prophets’ lives are examples

Murugan, youth at Kochi city

aided by his MBA wife

lives for beggars and the wretched

Picks them day after day

from streets in his auto rickshaw

Shelters them in his own made one room hut

Bitter childhood, father plantation labourer

Deserted jobless mother and children

Family shifted to city slums

Murugan fought with dogs

for kitchen garbage from hotels

Br. Mavurus took him

to Don Bosco children’s home

Stayed there for eight years

Learned to read and write

Coming out to street again

struggled for sustenance

Did all kinds of menial jobs

Determined to save his people

Made an organization for tramps

The first in the world

for vagrants on streets

Br. Mavurus funded him

for his one room shelter and auto rickshaw

Could save five thousand beggars

lepers, lunatics, drunkards, bed-ridden,

deserted mothers, blinded, amputated kids

Sought meanings to their tortured lives

Got President’s award for his divine service

True, Murugan reigns as God in hundreds’ minds

 

*Based on the report in The Mathrubhumi on 11 May 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Nadarajan, the Ideal Neighbour*

 

Nadarajan aged seventy two

staying in a hut of polythene sheet

in Pothupara village of Konni Taluk in Kerala

Ekes out living by sharpening kitchen knives

Lone fighter against granite quarry mafia

which grabbed neighbouring lands

menacing people of quarry’s dangers

Nadarajan determined to save the village

and never to yield to mafia’s threats

Decided to distribute his fifty cents

among ten poor landless families

The Western Ghats Protection Council

identified ten beneficiaries

on request from benevolent Nadarajan

Nadarajan’s exalted exemplary action

is the real Karma which can motivate

in the thickly populated exploited State

 

*Based on the news report in The Hindu on 16 June 2014

 

 

 

 

  1. None is Born Free

 

Man is never born free

Born with the genes

of his ancestors–

animal world

plant world and

micro-organic world

Ninety nine percent

of our ancestral

species extinct

Numbering five billion

Current species only

ten to fourteen million

of which just one million

known and documented

Aren’t we human beings

just a drop in the

ocean of total life?

How can one predict

One’s trait and character?

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Parental Duty

 

What right have parents on their children?

What right has man on this universe?

Are we the cause of the existence?

This flow has started time immemorial

Aren’t we just bubbles of that great flow?

You can’t rein the flow of the system

But simply flow like an autumn leaf

Why then concern too much of your offspring?

Never dig your grave as Dhritarashtra did

Best is to be models to your children

Leading lives of dharma and karma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Parents Deserted

 

Stunned by reports in newspapers

Parents in eighties and nineties

needing bed rest and medication

admitted in hospitals by children

When asked to pay medicine bills

desert them and disappear for ever

Some are dropped on roadsides

Some even in thick forests

lonesome and prey for wild animals

How can offspring be so ungrateful!

Bore them for nine months in womb

Breastfed for a year or more

Turned blood to sweat and even starving

nurtured with food, clothes and education

Sought hard for their employment

Found suitable partners for their marriage

Looked after their tots

when they went for work

Old and weak when such parents

need support from their children

how can they be treated as burden?

How can they be spat out like curry leaves?

Deserting them is like selling cattle

when they are old and useless

to the slaughterhouses of Kerala

Beware! Life is a vicious cycle

Today’s children tomorrow’s parents!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Servants Assume Masters

 

In democratic government

people are masters and

bureaucrats servants

Applicants and petitioners

ought to be welcome

seated and requested

“What shall I do for you Sir/Madam?”

But what happens in our country

shames us and startles world

Masters request servants

“Sir, what shall I do for you?”

It’s our curse here

bribes and graft rule service

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Shinu’s Marathon for Charity*

 

Eighth marathon for bachelor Shinu

A humanitarian youth of twenty eight

A vegetable vendor from Trivandrum

Not a contest for any trophy

Solo race for charity fund raise

Twenty three children and

sixty grownups wait for his return

Their treatment and survival

depend on the money he earns

Already earned and spent

twenty two lakh rupees for

sixty patients last seven years

Crossing seven districts

he has entered now Idukki district

His target is six lakh rupees

“None be denied treatment

due to lack of money,” he says

Souls like Shinu are the saving

grace of this inhumane world

who props it from eternal doom

 

*Based on the report in The Mathrubhumi on 31 July 2014

 

 

  1. Tearful Exodus

 

What a touching photograph on newspaper

Weeping mother holding her three year old crying son

Has to leave her darling to her relatives there

And migrate with her husband

and two daughters to Mumbai

seeking some jobs for their survival

Fourteen hours journey by bus

from that tribal village of Telangana

It’s a regular pathetic sight, paper reports

Hundreds have fled already

leaving houses, lands and livestock

Severe drought and unbearable heat

and their sustaining land is of no use

Dug many bore wells but no trace of water

Simple innocent people who

did no harm to nature and environment

learned only to flow with the system

like autumn leaves on brooks

or formless clouds in the sky

Alas, they have become victims of

nature’s annihilating human villains

who turned fertile lands to arid wastelands

and then lead luxurious lives in AC rooms

and bathe in swimming pools in metro cities

When miserable farmers in thousands

make tearful exodus for their survival

criminal billionaires fly abroad

seeking refuge from government’s arrest

for evading tax and keeping trillions of

black money in foreign non taxable banks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Transgender Techie Begging for Survival

 

Kiran Sakhi, post graduate in computer science

begging on New Delhi streets for survival

and applying for job company after company

Lost her job two years back for reasons unreasonable

Is it offence or sin revealing one’s identity?

She was bold enough to tell the world her sex

The company posted her accepting her third gender

Became a laughing stock to her junior colleagues

Had to resign her job within a few months

To make both ends meet she did sex work

begging and all such unpleasant acts

Hijra community protects her under their wings

But they are the lot destined to choose sex work

or beg on streets to appease their hunger

Supreme Court legally approved their third gender

It’s duty of government to treat them equals

Make reservations for their education and employment

It’s duty of citizens to love them as siblings

and protect them from all exploitations

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Tribute to SAI Sanctuary*

 

Dr. Anil Malhotra, aged 75 from Pune

and his wife Pamela, aged 64 from New Jersey

Owners of the only private wildlife sanctuary in India

Married in 1976 at the age of 37 and 26

And honeymoon at Hawaii Island in Pacific

Bought some forest area and built a house

Thus lived there in lap of nature for ten years

Decided not to have their offspring since

earth is too much tortured by human beings

Had to return to India since Anil’s father was sinking

Felt burning reality of destruction of India’s forests

Pledged to devote life for forestry and protection

Sold property of Hawaii and bought fifty five

acres of barren land in Kodagu district of Karnataka

Made it wild forest and built a house to live in

Then went on buying adjacent lands from farmers

helping them in repaying their debts

Fifty five acres of barren land now grew to

three hundred acres of wild forest

It ‘s a haven for animals like Bengal Tiger, sambhar

Asian elephants, hyena, wild boar, leopards etc.

Over 300 species of birds visit sanctuary

The couple takes bountiful nature as mother

and she shall not be pained by her children

They proclaim to the world through life that

the land we got from ancestors

should be given back, if not bettered,

to the future generation to survive

They propagate the message that

forest needs animals and animals

help forests in regeneration

Let’s salute these great guardians

and their SAI sanctuary which is

a noble initiative to save animals

 

*SAI is the abbreviation of Save Animals Initiative

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Tribute to Siachen Martyrs

 

What a heart-bleeding eye-flooding

scene on the front page of newspaper!

Four month old daughter Meenakshi

shown her father’s frozen dead body!

Lance Naik B. Sudheesh meeting

his darling lone daughter for the first time!

Alas neither of them identifies each other!

What a depressing sobbing sight for mass assembled!

Tsunami of groans, laments, weeps and sighs!

Youth of twenty nine, Sudheesh had planned

to visit home on leave after a month

Could come a month before immersing all in tears!

Married Shalu, degree student three years back

Thus sacrificed his life for the nation along with

nine others in Siachen Glacier at Indo-Pak border

Were buried under thirty feet huge avalanche

Bodies could be recovered only after seven days

Thousands are still patrolling there

ready to die for their nation any moment

Siachen Glacier highest battle field on earth

Twenty thousand feet above sea level

Lowest temperature minus fifty degree

Average winter snowfall thousand cubic meters

Nothing lives there except Indo-Pak soldiers

Indian army controls area since 1984

More than two thousand soldiers

sacrificed precious lives for India and Pakistan

When hundred and fifty crores people

cozily sleep with family in both the countries

thousands of young lives are compelled to leave their family

to fight with merciless climate for no reason or gain

When thousands die of hunger everyday on either side

hundreds of millions are spent on this vulnerable place

Whose craze it is? For whom it is? People’s welfare?

People aren’t iron-hearted to see their patriots

suffer so sorely and sacrifice their precious lives

Let dove of peace fly over Indo-Pak borders

nay, borders of each and every nation

God, kindly sow seeds of peace, love and

compassion in the minds of all nations’ heads

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Tyagi

An ideal Tyagi renounces

rewards of one’s Karma

Karma’s output of

happiness, grief or

blend of both

Tyagi gets Brahm Sakshatkar

Same outcome of a tapasvi

He possesses bare necessities

just to continue his existence

 

Notes:

The word Tyagi is derived from Sanskrit which means “one who has renounced or sacrificed.”

Karma means action or deed.

Brahm Sakshatkar means realization of God.

Tapasvi means hermit or ascetic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam

 

Laws of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam

eternal laws of the planet

Meant for humans and non humans

But rational human beings never care

Violators everywhere

and abiding very few

No government to enforce laws

All animals have fellow feelings

Carnivores prey not for thrill

but for existence

But man kills man not for food

Intelligence makes him narrow

His irrational divisions of classes–

colour, caste, religion,

language, politics, nation

demote love and promote hate

When millions die of hunger

trillions spent for armaments

Selfish thirst for comforts and luxuries

devastated ecology and

flow of the system

When we eat our food

cooked in our kitchen or

bought from supermarkets

we never think of that star

one fifty millions kilometers away

showering light and energy

on plants which feed us

as well as animals on earth

Human world always dependent of

plant world and animal world

Extinction of any species

affects our own survival

Damages done to ecology

can’t be remedied singular

Needs collective efforts of nations

Let’s hence abide by the eternal

laws of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Venkatachalam, Saviour of the Old*

 

Fed up of your old parents who

fed you till they became old and week?

Nuisance for your cozy privacy life?

Want to dispose them like old cattle

but afraid of legal consequences?

You may call Mr. Venkatachalam

the home nurse who showers love

and selfless service on old and deserted

Nearing sixty he has completed

silver jubilee of 24×7 service

Going from patients to patients

homes to homes and towns to towns

Seldom visits his own wife and children

Parents deserted, starved and tortured

by their own blood born selfish children

take him as their loving  son

and he consoles them back

when they weep and wail

“Aren’t I with you always?”

He feeds them, bathes them,

sits by them day and night

Lulls them by the songs they like

and finally helps them

enter their Father’s abode peacefully

Venkatachalam sets an example

to new gen cut-throat children:

how to be humane to their loving parents

 

*Based on the newspaper report in The Mathrubhumi on 27 July 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. What is Karma?

 

“What is Karma?”

Joseph, youth of twenty

asked his parish priest, Fr. Francis.

“Great question!” Fr. Francis answered.

“When one learns its answers

and applies it on life

becomes wise and jnani.

Our Indian philosophy

richest mine of any such riddle.

Three types of karmas:

Tamasik, Rajasik, Satvik.”

“Kindly explain, Father.”

“Speech and deeds not caring result,

minding not feelings and emotions,

just like the action of a terrorist

is Tamasik, which you shall never do.

Words and actions

done to please oneself

fall under selfish Rajasik karma.

Words and deeds

done to serve others

are selfless Satvik karma

which makes you a saint.”

“How can one be Satvik, Father,

when Greed is chasing like a monster?”

“Tapas can drive any Greed;

need not go to the Himalayas;

meditation in one’s room is enough.

Satvik karma bears no stamp of the doer;

it’s purified action emitted like a ray.

Once done the doer shall never remember;

never expect return from beneficiary;

not even grateful words or look.

Satvik person overcomes emotions;

negative emotions of anger, apathy,

conceit, despair, doubt, envy,

fear, greed, guilt and hate,

never dare enter one’s mind.

Loves all objects of universe;

animate and inanimate;

animal world and plant world.

Learns the truth ‘aham brahmasmi’

‘I am the infinite reality.’

Thus attains realization of life.”

Fr. Francis enlightened Joseph’s mind.

“Thanks a lot Father for

showing me the right path.”

 

 

 

 

 

  1. What is Spirituality?

 

What is spirituality?

Worshipping God

in abstract terms

and spending time

in temples, mosques

churches, synagogues

gurudwaras etc. or

doing real services

through words and actions

to your fellow beings

including non human

and plant world?

Methinks God likes

the latter and

loathes former

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Women Denied Justice

 

Eighth March, International Women’s Day

Women remembered and honoured every year

Commendable practice started long back in 1975

Gender equality proud slogan of 2016

Fifty percent of my compatriots are women

Women Reservation Bill still in freezer

Bill demands only thirty three percent in Lok Sabha

and all legislative assemblies of the States

Patriarchy plays its regular villainous role

Women’s reservation only twelve percent

in this largest democracy of world

Neighbouring Islam country

Bangladesh has twenty percent

Pakistan too twenty percent

Even Taliban has twenty eight

Asian countries total is eighteen

And India has only thirteenth place

Europe reserves twenty four

Whereas African country Rwanda sixty three

And my own most literate State Kerala

humiliates us with only five percent

 

 

 

 

  1. Salute to Soldiers

 

Let’s salute our soldiers

who protect us from perils

Unlike other beings

human beings’ enemies

are human beings

Most selfish being on earth

Result is rivalry and hostility

No country can survive

without military defence

Hence soldiers reckoned

precious children of nation

Their lives pledged for the state

Ever ready to sacrifice lives

Proud to be martyrs of the country

Disciplined and systematic life

Honest and highly patriotic

National emotions conquer

domestic attachments

Extreme weather never

pulls back from duties

Ever vigilant day and night

to make millions of their compatriots

lead happy peaceful life

Hence let’s salute our soldiers

who serve as our saviours

  1. V. Dominic’s Published Books

From Authorspress, New Delhi

Poetry

  1. Winged Reason (A Collection of Poems)
  2. Write Son, Write (A Collection of Poems)
  3. Multicultural Symphony (A Collection of Poems)
  4. Abheepsa: Kavita Sangrah (K. V. Dominic’s translated poems in Hindi)

Short Story

  1. Who is Responsible?—A Collection of Short Stories

Critical/Edited Books

  1. Postcolonial Readings in Indo-Anglian Literature
  2. Stephen Gill’s Poetry: A Panorama World Peace
  3. Discourses on Contemporary Indian English Poets
  4. Critical Perspectives on the Poetry of R. K. Singh, D. C. Chambial and I. K. Sharma
  5. Discourses on Five Indian Poets in English: Keki N. Daruwalla, Shiv K. Kumar Pronab Kumar Majumder, Syed Ameeruddin and Aju Mukhopadhyay
  6. Concepts and Contexts of Diasporic Literature of India
  7. Changing Face of Women in Literature: The Flaming Spirit
  8. Studies on Six Indian Poets in English: Jayanta Mahapatra, Hazara Singh, P C K Prem, Gopikrishnan Kottoor, Manas Bakshi, Chandramoni Narayanaswamy
  9. Multicultural Consciousness in the Novels of R. K. Narayan
  10. African and Afro-American Literature: Insights and Interpretations
  11. Critical Evaluation of  Contemporary Indian Poetry in English
  12. Jayanti M. Dalal: Select Stories
  13. Sarojini Sahoo’s Feminine Reflections
  14. Indian Literatures in English: New Directions, Newer Possibilities
  15. Multicultural Studies on three Nobel Laureates—Rabindranath Tagore, Toni Morrison & Alice Munro
  16. Environmental Literature: Research Papers and Poems

From Sarup Book Publishers, New Delhi

Edited Books

  1. Selected Short Stories in Contemporary Indo-Anglian Literature
  2. Pathos in the Short Stories of Rabindranath Tagore
  3. Studies in Contemporary Canadian Literature
  4. Critical Studies on Contemporary Indian English Women Writers

From Viking Publishers, Jaipur

Edited Books

  1. Multicultural Literature of India: A Critical Evaluation of Contemporary Regional Literatures
  2. World English Fiction: Bridging Oneness

Published Books on K. V. Dominic’s Poetry

From Modern History Press, MI, USA

  1. Philosophical Musings for a Meaningful Life: An Analysis of K. V. Dominic’s Poems. Ed. Dr. S. Kumaran
  2. V. Dominic Essential Readings and Study Guide. Ed. Victor R. Volkman
  3. Write My Son, WriteText and Interpretations. By Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya. E-book.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dr. K. V. Dominic, English poet, critic, short story writer and editor has already authored/edited twenty seven books of which four are poetry collections and one short story book. The titles of his poetry books are: Winged Reason (2010), Write Son, Write (2011), Multicultural Symphony (2014) and Abheepsa (Hindi translations) (2016). All the four books were published by Authorspress. Prof. Dominic is the Secretary of Guild of Indian English Writers, Editors & Critics (GIEWEC), Editor-in-Chief of Writers Editors Critics (WEC), Publisher and Editor of International Journal on Multicultural Literature (IJML) and also the Publisher of New Fiction Journal (NFJ). He had served as the Associate Professor of English in the PG and Research Department of English, Newman College, Thodupuzha, Kerala, India till his retirement in 2011. On 1 February 2016 an edited book entitled PHILOSOPHICAL MUSINGS FOR A MEANINGFUL LIFE: AN ANALYSIS OF K. V. DOMINIC’S POEMS, consisting of 24 critical and research articles and an interview was published by Modern History Press, MI, U.S.A. The book is edited by Dr. S. Kumaran.  A complete collection of Dominic’s poems entitled K. V. Dominic: Essential Readings and Study Guide, meant for university study in USA and UK, was published by Modern History Press in September 2016. An e-book consisting of Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya’s interpretation of K. V. Dominic’s masterpiece poem “Write My Son, Write” was also published by Modern History Press in May 2016. He can be contacted at prof.kvdominic@gmail.com, www.profkvdominic.com and www.profkvdominic.blogspot.in