The time of crises

 

(Homage to Jean-Baptiste Clement)

 

K. Kalamogan

 

Beautiful! All colors

Oh! Still the pain

Which runs in the name of the colors

Man! Have you got eyes

To appreciate the miracles

Of this fragile Earth?

 

In the middle of this brittleness

I see this poetry being exiled

Massacred

Isolated

Hiding to sow

Some taste of love.

 

Beautiful colors

Ugly these men with their staring

Who cannot feel

This exiled poetry

Still is caressing them

In this time of crises.

 

Those invented crises

To bury our

Cherry times

It is often forgotten that war

Is nothing but stupidity

 

Crisis! Crises!

Where are our cherries?

Let us seek them

In this time of crises

To release the poetry

Of our universe.

 

(The author of this text, a Sri Lankan writer, lives in France and regularly publishes literary texts on exile.)