My Featured Blogger this week is Veena Sood of Recollections At Fall. Poet and essayist Veena lives in the northern Indian city of Shimla, a popular tourist destination nestled at the base of the Himalayas. But it’s also an educational center with a long literary tradition, which is where Veena fits in.
Veena began her blog, she says, to reach “the heights which my soul craves.” “Mortality gnaws,” she notes, and “fall has set in,” so “it is now or never.” But Veena’s ponderings are not merely for her. Along the way, she touches our humanity and challenges us to reach for new heights, as well.
You stop the car at the traffic lights an emaciated maimed hand knocks at the window
With irritation writ large on your face and harsh words you glare at the mutilated wreck
Admonish the waif and scrutinize the window pane for an invisible speck
Never to ponder whether the disfigurement was natural or a brutal imposition
The coercion and agony during the process hastened to serve a vile commission
The vacant look the dumb lips must have spoken million words lost to your communication
An entourage complete children nanny and pet head for the urban park you follow lovingly
Footsteps arrested you frown at your child’s curiosity at the urchins scrounging the bin hungrily
With stern instructions and unwanted vehemence you drag him away from the scum
Never does it…
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