Poetry
Smudges of History
PARVINDER MEHTA
A dark smudge on that glassy facade
bothers the eye of cautionary present.
To clean all smears and splotches,
they collaborate, codify, hide narratives.
Yet traces of hushed memories,
whisper repressed stories and
invisible apparitions peck from
a slanted gaze. Watering the stubborn
smudge with excess lies, they try
to erase it yet miniscule bacteria
of protest grows and spreads like spilt
milk. Meandering its way, seeking
possibilities and audience,
it finally looms in a revolution
demanding thought, penitence and
belated acknowledgements.
The smudge remains, an apparition
of imagination, untraced yet not vanished
in hoary existence. Haunting with an
absent presence, erased etchings,
ignored knowledge, it continues to
portend the foggy future built
on blotches of omissions.
February 7, 2014
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1: N Singh (Canada), February 08, 2014, 11:16 PM.
Beautiful! Well done! Poetry permeates our veins ...