ASHOK CHAKRAVARTHY THOLANA

ASHOK CHAKRAVARTHY THOLANA

The Painful Cries

Whenever faced with conflicts and violence

Humans, on humanity are losing confidence;

Heinous and inhumane acts often we hear

The struggle for survival became a nightmare.

Yes, a most civilized society, we boast inwardly

But, with jealous and hate, we act outwardly;

Why human attitude became strangely erratic?

Why, element of mercy became choice-centric?

Not only polluting and destroying environment,

In the name of modernization, selfishly we react;

Threatening the survival of every living being,

Even oceans and rivers we are contaminating.

The world is encircled with man-made disasters

The future of planet earth appears too dangerous;

Unless the instinct of envy and hate is driven out,

The thought of universal welfare can never sprout.

Pestering region after region with various troubles

Quest for supremacy is the root cause of all evils;

The painful cries of the starving and suffering lot,

Are ignored without a civilized or merciful thought.

Caught in the vortex of transitory worldly illusions

Doesn’t it look weird to risk own survival of humans?

 

I Cannot Be A Poet

The monsoon showers are soon to welcome

Waiting for some lovelorn moments to come,

The flowers of joy shall blossom very soon,

The clouds shall envelope the sun during noon.

The breeze shall carry the intoxicant fragrance

That would squeeze out of the flowery essence,

Like a honeybee encircling flowers in the bush,

Yes, musings often surge out with glee, afresh.

Carried away by a wave of thoughtful stupor

The pen scribbles at will, on the plain paper,

Words queue up like ripples, without respite,

Aspiring to compose poems anew with delight!

In memory of fond love, heart hauntingly hurls

A feast of romantic poetry is bound to unravel,

In fact, she scripted my life with a rare distinction

Lest, how can I be a poet to wield a romantic pen.

The Beggar On The Street Lane

Everyone shuns his dismal stature

As if he’s not a human by nature

Forlorn, he stares into the void skies

With deep sunk tear-filled eyes;

Bone sucked and almost lifeless

Yet, he tries to move on, pitiless.

His tattered clothes, feeble body

Seems a dust-laden lifeless body

At times, street dogs hound him

At times, children too taunt him

If fate is so cruel towards a human

What’s our concern for a co-human?

Caught in the vortex of illusions

Veiled by ignorance and possessions,

They incite us with fleeing a nuisance

To ignore the bond of care and concern.

But, the beggar on the street lane

Imparts to one and all, a fitting lesson

To rid ourselves from selfish motives

Lest, we cannot fulfil life’s objective.

ASHOK CHAKRAVARTHY THOLANA

 

Dr. ASHOK CHAKRAVARTHY THOLANA, is a poet, writer and reviewer, hailing from Hyderabad City, Telangana State, INDIA. During his 30-year stint with poetry, Ashok’s poetry possesses the rare distinction of getting published in no less than 90 countries.  He is conferred with several prestigious national and international awards, that include five doctorates and quite a lot of laurels, commendations, citations and titles for his poetry contribution in promoting Universal Peace, World Brotherhood, Environment Consciousness, Protection of Nature, Safeguarding Children’s and Human Rights etc.