JEEWAN RAMLUGUN
Lands of birth, blithely berthed,
in a blue green ocean safely ensconced,
abruptly, arbitrarily became
entities of forlorn memories, only in name
staying the same, of its denizens
cavalierly decanted, of souls and spirits
dispossessed, no choice given
to stay put, or to return,
fates not their own, but subject to the diktat
of potentates, by rules of realpolitik
actuated, and prompted by expediency.
There have followed unseemly
displacements and dispersions, existentially
mortifying, with the clamour and quest
for restitution, voices in highest places
rightly resonating, only heard not heeded
where it mattered.
The flora and fauna of paradise
yearn for the former familiar countenances,
craving their tender affections,
wishing for a resurgence of harmonies
of all parties and the peaceful confluence
of the pristine past and the fraught present
to be finally complete.
23 Nov. 2019