RAMP TO ROAD

Full blossomed youth
Of a promising mod
Once fluttering in glee,
Faded away and withered.

Her catwalk on the ramp
Won many a heart;
By showing her talent
From the very start.

But Time’s cruel feet
Crushed her upward steps
To the zone of wantonness
From the riches to the rags.

Catapulted fame of hers
Now forced her to beg
For a bit of blue poison
Of discs and romance
To dance to the astray tunes
Satisfying men’s carnal appetite.

No photographer over there
With his staring camera
Is now willing to shoot her
Modeling with different poses
With different styles and smiles
On the ramp of insanity.

(Composed on the sad plight of model Gitanjali Nagpal found begging in the streets of Delhi )

BHASKARANAND JHA

CRAZY MAN

I am a crazy man
A speedy car,
A rash driving mind
With brakeless heart
Crushing over the feelings
Of those, close to me.

I am a thirsty man
In a vast ocean of life
With parched tongue
Drunken thoughts
And barren heart
Loitering in search of love.

I am a happy man
A never smiling face
With tearless eyes
Taking pleasure in
Suffering of others.

I am an ignorant man
An innocent child
Weeping for toys
To play for his fun
But tired and bored
Throwing them down to pieces.

BHASKARANAND JHA