World's greatest war
On a roof top
there was a fight
between a crow and a squirrel
The crow flew after being chased by the squirrel
While the crow flew the squirrel jumped
In the end
The squirrel flew
and the crow ran
Nothing happened to anyone
Footnote: Smiling Smiley :)
On a roof top
there was a fight
between a crow and a squirrel
The crow flew after being chased by the squirrel
While the crow flew the squirrel jumped
In the end
The squirrel flew
and the crow ran
Nothing happened to anyone
Footnote: Smiling Smiley :)
இறுதி வரி நிச்சயமாய் ஒரு யுத்தத்தால் நிஜமாகவே எந்த தீர்வையும் தராது என்று த்த்துவார்த்த உண்மை. காகமும் அணிலும் சண்டையிடும் காட்சி அழகியலானது. ஆனால் இந்த கவிதை நிஜமாய் உலகயுத்தத்தை பற்றி பேசுவது என்று எங்கோ படித்த நினைவு.
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ReplyDeleteA sincere metaphor to expose the pointlessness of war. It can leave crows walking and squirrels flying. It can leave poets on roof-tops anguished and us questionning...
ReplyDeleteHow is he (Atmanaam) able to compress such dense thoughts with such simplicity? How is able to articulate the affective space of war in such a seamless way? How is he able to super-impose his influences (readings, conversations etc) on an everyday image (of chasing crows and squirrels)? How is he able to extrapolate from the mundane to contexts of atrocities and human histories? His lines mirror themselves back and let us, the readers, in an ever wondering wonderment. Reading it back and forth and forth and back. His skill at (this) 'anti-poetry' reaches a finesse in a poem like this.
Dad's version:
The Great World War
On a roof-top
fight between crow and squirrel
as the squirrel chased, the crow flew
as the crow flew the squirrel jumped
In the end
Squirrel flew
Crow ran
Nothing happened to anyone.