A humming word

Poets are seldom disliked, Says a prose-lover friend of mine who chooses to dislike poetry about rhyme, he whines   Why are these lines so concise? Why can’t they be expansive? Why don’t you let words out like confetti? Why are the lines so pithy?   My friend, otherwise, is a sweet-natured person He loves words and its camaraderie with a human But poetry is a puzzle he can never solve of his intelligence, he feels absolved   Now I introduce him to poetry and its various forms, shapes Whisper: depends on the choice of words that you’d like to drape Poetry can be set to meter or like a river, can flow It unknots our internal puzzles and underscores things we know   He smiles and says, after a while Poets are never disliked But I am. I will choose to dislike it. And from it, stay away for a mile.    PC: Unsplash                

The song Humra Bihar Mein moved me and I took the help of my fellow poet, Shekhar Jha, to understand the poem and write this. So thank you, Shekhar Jha.  The song is from the series Bihar Chapter: Khakee which focuses on a true crime by Mahto in 1998. The story focuses on many aspects that make a criminal: caste politics, personal anguish etc. And this poem is a voice of the same. I believe that we can, in our own way, be kind and good to each other and let every one feel that we are different but the same.  Poem :  On the land of Buddha Are farmed guns Once the children of peace Now our rights are seized Even a child cannot dare To miss a bullet’s stare   We will shoot you directly in the head No one across districts can question me about the dead Dare you stare at me Like I am a double-barreled gun We are all insane stripped out of basics, I am not the only one ** Transliteration-Translation: Buddha ki dharti ki parti Par ugal raha bando...