|
ZOHRA ZOBERI |
|
FAMILY OF THE HEART POETRY & MUSIC RECITAL |
|
Antagonism
- Like a
book
- With a
cover drastically misleading
-
Chapter titles not reflecting
- Actual
contents of the material
-
Antagonism sometimes is just a mask.
- If
such a book is written by someone close
to you
- It is
basically a part of your syllabus
-
- Arrows
of jealousy pierce into your tender
feelings
-
Sarcastic remarks hurt your self pride
-
Helpless, perhaps you even feel
revengeful at times
- Don’t
react on impulse
- Or
reject to read the book, it contradicts
wisdom
- Summon
up your quest, this is a test.
-
Initial pages might reveal a great deal
-
Insecurities instilled in those tender
years so impressionable
- Flaws
in upbringing, or negative experiences
- Long
lasting scars to be surfaced later on
- You
may discover the hurdles of life
- Faced
by the one antagonizing you
-
- A
layer of insecurity you will uncover
-
Another, of lack of desire
- Rust
of envy, dust of difficulty
- An
obsession for competition
- As you
flip more and more pages you’ll find
-
Underneath it all lays the true story!
- To
your utmost surprise you may uncover
- Even a
great deal of admiration!
-
Perhaps a desire to be like you
- Oh
yes, truth sometimes does manifest
itself
- In
great disguise!
- Deal
with it gracefully
- Even
if you may have to simply walk away
- Like
having read yet another book
- You
wish you hadn’t purchased
- Yet it
added to your knowledge and wisdom
|
|
Zohra Zoberi |
June 6, 2006
|
-
|
Metal Children |
-
-
“Interior, exterior,
wax and polish
-
The whole works please”
-
Confidently I instructed
-
Simply charged it to my plastic
-
A mere twenty-five dollars, not a big
deal!
-
Dragging myself with nagging obsession
-
Of negative news I try to forget
-
-
As I handed over my car keys
-
Two muscular youth instantly rushed
-
With powerful machines they sucked out
-
Each and every particle of dirt and dust!
-
Perfectly aligned to the black track
-
The wheels automatically rolled to move on
-
Protected against outside elements,
-
Inside a glass corridor I walked along
-
Watching this prize possession of mine
-
To witness how it was being pampered
-
My metal child!
-
What about the children of flesh and
blood?
-
Images of war and disaster in the far away
land
-
Started rolling in the real of my mind, I
could see
-
A desperate mother begging for a glass of
water
-
Let alone afford the luxury to bathe her
infant
-
-
Gallons and Gallons of water gushed out
from all directions
-
Washing the exterior till it sparkled
-
Keeping pace I continued to walk along
-
‘Turtle wax now being applied’
-
A flashing sign lit up, haunted with the
war news
-
I recalled images of shelling and carpet
bombing instead!
-
Pure white suds softly landed all over its
body
-
Big brushes automatically jutted out
-
Moving in circles gently they massaged the
sides
-
Till the hubs of the wheels started
shining too
-
More water poured forth from all
directions-the final rinse!
-
In ‘Shock and Awe’
-
For a while I stood still!
-
-
Few more healthy teens with jovial smiles
-
Rushed to grab this baby with pleasure
-
Time to towel dry now
-
Seeing those white towels I couldn’t help
thinking
-
Hospitals void of bandages!
-
Innocent injured children with no
medicines either
-
My real kept rolling
-
Haunting me still
-
Those hazel eyes of a maimed teen-ager
-
His entire family lost!
-
-
Soon they handed over my keys
-
Like everyone else
-
With acceleration I merged into an
ever-flowing stream of steel
-
Guzzling away what kept us going
-
The fluid which had become a curse for
some
-
Blessing for others
-
Into the daily mundane I too moved on
-
As if nothing happened at all!
|
|
Zohra Zoberi |
Apr 16, 2003 |
|
|