A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

W. H. Auden

A NEW ERA

1

I travel over the Earth

In search of the magic land

Looking at the faces in the crowd

Am I the fortunate son from the river’s edge

Where grandmothers indulge in heated debates

About hope and reality

Between home and heaven

“Hold your tongue” grandfather used to say

2

In the evenings ,when the Sun sinks

I see the shadows of forgotten ancestors

Etched on my mind’s sky

I am conscious of the tangled hierarchies

In the eye of the storm in Nature’s mind

3

At last twilight is gleaming

And it is time for the stars

To end all wars

I see the weather from above

Negotiating the future

Making cardinal choices

In defense of a NEW ERA

I can hear  the fascinating rhythm

The rhythm of the next global revolution