AND THEY FALL

And they fall

One by one, one after one,

Against their will, against the wind,

Green and juicy the Mangoes fall,

Swinging high, swinging low,

Mangoes above and mangoes below,

Small and big and all, Mangoes fall.

-Kishor Jangda

FEW FEET BELOW HEAVEN

FEW FEET BELOW HEAVEN

You are a Pesach, oh great death,

I’m, with the loss of shadow and soul, engraved,

Thank you for the caress, thank you for the greth,

With you, oh death, I never haggled and waived,

My soul rambled to the heaven,

But I found unentreatied perdition,

And just few feet below heaven,

I lost the path again,

The rays of virtues, liberties and love shone,

As effluvium of heaven grows day by day,

Innocent, eternal and gracious once, now gone,

With speechless surprises I rambled away,

Though on earth, I was beleaguered,

But now I’m an ambivalent soul,

Forced by constraints, I delivered,

The acts of a human’s role,

Please spare my wan body,

I’m dead now and forever,

Sorry if I acted shoddy,

But, on earth, my role is over,

With all the sagacity outmoded around,

I ended in goodness and rectitude,

But few feet below heaven, few feet above ground,

My story disappeared in solitude,

My tombstone is unwritten,

And the cenotaphs unembraced,

Buried in a graveyard often forgotten,

All my belongings are misplaced,

With nobody to bemoan,

With a sleep without a sweven,

With nobody to atone,

On the way few feet below heaven…..

-KISHOR  JANGDA