Written for Day 23 of National Poem Writing Month 2021 prompt of Response Poem
Response to few poems by Maya Angelou (1928-2014) especially On the Pulse to Morning, and inspired by Pillars of Democracy–
The pillars standing long for long
How long they stand, don’t ask me.
I’m am a man looking for existence
In the shades, entwined with each.
The summer is high as the air of its.
The flame of pyres have lighted
The sky, evening to twilight.
The fire of oblation not appeased
Spreading it’s flakes beyond its hold.
The pillars moving far before moving closer,
Dance of parijat from the garden of God.
The God created by us and all
In hope of making the pillars strong.
The flame of pyres have warm
The environ, morning to twilight.
The pencils of ray sipping through
Mocking the penance and guilt.
The alley is short as the air is
Don’t complain for it; its the gift
From those whom we have to elect
As care-taker and guardian of populace,
Whom we selected to roleplay the supers.
The pillars we all have to be safe.
The pillars we all have to believe in.
The pillars how much falter and cracked they’re
We have to look after even they don’t.