Nirvana

[mazHur]

Nirvana
by mazHur

She wakes up early in the morning
and says, 'early bird catches at the prey;'
(as if late risers would be left behind in the race !)
Well, that's fine for the mocking bird
as her appetite corresponds with the size of her beak,
and her gizzard for the amount of intake ;
but she doesn't seem to know
that the case with whales and sharks is different;
being early or late is no bar to them
as they sieve the seas relentlessly,
devouring whatever comes their way;
to stoke the fire of their endless appetite.
Last time when I met the petite bird
I had to clearly tell her,
it's the size of life that matters,
time is merely an illusion;
early or late in time doesn't matter,
give the humongous devil his due
and all the smaller creatures of the world
will never again need to suffer
from the pangs of hunger
or the limitation of working schedule
Nirvana shall be at their door steps
without trying and for ever.

[blazeofglory]

You often come up with wonderful poems. Of course here time is an illusion is a nice understanding of phenomena and the eddy we go through.

[mazHur]

thanks a lot, Blaze. I had to revise it for improvement purpose. hope you would like it too
best

[kiz_paws]

Would I be off the mark if I said that I thought the poem had some undertones of a political nature? Respectfully asked, Maz. :)

[mazHur]

No, kiz. I had no ''political inkling '' of the type when i wrote it. But, dear, poetry is poetry,,,,sometimes doesn't mean what it appears to say, sometimes says what it's not supposed to say !
at the most you may allude this to the misery of the weaker versus luxury of the stronger !
cheers!

[kiz_paws]

Thank you, Maz for your considerate response -- your poem is very interesting, I read it a couple of times. I would like to be able to write a poem that smoke screens several blatant thoughts, but yet can be taken for something that could be obvious... Anyhow, good job, Maz. :thumbs_up

[mazHur]

thanks, kiz. No doubt you write well and regular practice would enable you to write what often one finds difficult to ink (for want of words) in this world of imagination and power of empathy ,,,,,