Thursday, January 4, 2018

Daipayan Nair writes



Death Of 'Change'

Limits of death 
Its consecutive breaths 
Subsequent halts 
For a simple survival 
Takes a lot from my mother 
Little from my father 
They both build none 
Just another futility of their being 
Fuck to multiply 
Heads where desire is born 
Multiply as well 
One head, blue and green, grows
Lust and hunger-fast 
We contribute to it 
As unborn, born, repetitive children
We realize the maturity 
That it has grown 
As a rebellious man, 
Critical and criticized leader 
Post eras of defeat 
Whose seeds, birth, deeds 
Are a thousand year combined failure
He too learns, preaches, 
Enlightens, within 
His predestined limits
He stops a little after death, 
Its ultimate forgetting
He stops when they fuck & fuck 
Considering as 'nothing new' 
He stops, slowly and gradually,  with the
Age-long death of dissent 
Oppressed voices, like 
"Let's fuck now,
Birth, its consecutive worth
Both may escape the tragedy 
If they don't delay"

 Pedro Machuca, La Virgen y las ánimas del Purgatorio, 1517
 La Virgen y las ánimas del Purgatorio (Virgin and the Souls in Purgatory) -- Pedro Machuca

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