ASHOK BHARGAVA

ASHOK BHARGAVA

Abandoned Apple Blossoms

The harmony and hope

that existed

has vanished

With the black smoke

burning houses bodies

brutally stabbed and sliced

only prayers

won’t help any more

no I can

not be certain

if god created us for this

that for eating the forbidden fruit

Adam and Eve

were thrown out from the heaven

who stirred who

matters not

just outside

the Garden of Eden

they lost every thing

including trust

Spirit Of Corona

Life is resilient.

It will not be snuffed.

Fear not.

Be radiant.

Shine like moon

Eclipsed by dark clouds.

Know that

This Corona pandemic

Will dissipate.

You are a spirit,

Inspire

An everlasting compassion

Shattered Stars

massive mobs

beat,

suffocate and

cut in half the helpless lambs.

we,

heads held high

clenched fists

raise slogans of victory.

them,

heads sunk on knees

beg for mercy with

faint ruptured shrieks.

smoke rising from

the charred bodies

doesn’t tear up our eyes

or fogs our SELF, anymore.

when the fire

spreads

everything

gets torched.

who are we -

bootlickers

sycophants

or humans?

ASHOK BHARGAVA

ASHOK BHARGAVA is a poet, writer, committed community activist, public speaker and a keen photographer. Based in Vancouver, he continues to combine in his life, all of the above yet it is apparent that his main passion is poetry. Ashok writes both in English and Hindi, and has published several selections of his poems: Riding the Tide, Mirror of Dreams, A Kernel of Truth, Skipping Stones and Lost in the Morning Calm, among others. His poetry has been published in various literary magazines and anthologies. He has been featured at the Word on the Street, the Asian Heritage Month and International Story Tellers Festivals. Ashok has written for The Canada Times Magazine and the East West News, Asian Journal, The Link, Indo-Canadian Voice and many other newspapers.