Sunday
work day
play day
park day
make out in the park day
park and make out day
the animals in the zoo
four legged and two
sounds aren’t heard
silence is learnt
who are the animals
getting in the way
ruining siesta
for a quick lay
courting couples
secretive spouses
looking for a lone bush
despite a palatial house
people with no dignity
or maybe
too much of it
look around at the cages
see that they fit
lovers in lust
others trying to rekindle
the flickering flame
of romance
the one that’s so fickle
sanctimonious souls
pompous parents hustle
their impressionable children
though themselves tantalised
by the tussle
and the passionate
clinching they see
spread out
wistfulness is of
no doubt
maybe they’re thinking
of their younger days
sans superciliousness
simple their ways
and they looked
for space
to claim
their bodies
and their names
old days
the good old
dirty days.
6 comments:
Coimbatore zoo? :)But sadly for us RSS and Shiv Sena keep vigil. Also moral policing by authorities makes this a rare sight. Any suggestions to behold such a sight is welcome :)
any zoo, man.
and what do we have here? a vouyer in the making?
Well, the following up of this poem with the article on Paruthiveeran makes me feel as if this was a substantiation about the animal brutality claimed to be depicted in the movie. (Pardon me, I haven't watched the movie).
With no regards to the movie, the poem seems a bit out of league of your other poems ma'am. They all seemed to be personal re-collections of sorts. This seems to have an extra twinge of the third person element.
And it does feel good, though I don't exactly know not how to put the goodness more articulately. Pardon me.
:) Big bun... Shud have shut my mouth! (Einstein's third law of success)
I digress... Sadly I haven't seen a zoo around Coimbatore and in Vandalur even animals dont get up in the summer heat, let alone homo sapiens.
I guess tats one reason why humans are often referred as social "ANIMALS" :) .
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