THE BUCKET AND THE STATUS QUO

We’ve got

A noisy bucket

In our house

That looks genuinely indifferent to

Tranquility

Sometimes to one of us,

Sometimes to the walls,

The doors,

The windows,

And sometimes to itself,

It seems to be talking

All the while,

But when water falls into

Its lap

Unsettling, jolting and shaking it up 

With pace and force,

The old bucket screams  

Unstoppably 

To save our

Fragile patience and

Maintain peace at home,

I’ve tried to dump it many times,

Somewhere away from

Our small world,

But whenever I try to take it away,

It cries and cries and cries

Making it so heavy with tears

That I end up leaving it

Where it is…

(© DEEPAK NIKUNJ)

‘CINNA’- NYMY

His anonymous killers
Didn’t know whether
He wrote good verses or
Bad ones,
But the poor poet 
Bore a conspirator’s name
And just for that crime,
He had to lose his life
Falling prey to
A blind demagogic knife… 
© DEEPAK NIKUNJ