Thursday, December 5, 2013

N a d e z h d a


World acclaimed poet Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Department of English, Faculty of Arts for Women, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored six books, published poems, research articles and journalistic pieces. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically on Samuel Beckett's poems in English.

N a d e z h d a
by Dr. A.V. Koshy

Nadezhda, where are you tonight?
In which of hell’s rooms are you waiting for the lights
to be switched on for the next ugly performance
the next no guerilla video, the next curve of art’s sad-edged flight
Nadezhda, I reach out for you from the other end of delight

Nadezhda, Pussy Riot has now become a fight
over one more wintry Russian street that speaks of a new night
The lamp posts sullen in the red or orange sodium vapour glow of sight
Nadezhda, all over the world the icicles catch fright

This must be how suddenly one is rocketed to fame
Malala and you seem to be two sides of a coin’s blight
tossed in the air by a careless hand
indifferent to right
only the echoes of mankind’s or man’s old cry of the power of might

Nadezhda, alone I look at your picture and wish
for freedom first, and only then this question of conscience
Ever we walk, even into death, in this fear of common sense
all over the world, while you go to the grave
vanished, one fine night!

Nadezhda, I look at your face
helpless in my plight
I pray to you to give me this day
sleep, and peace and rest
What they took away from you
Nadezhda, don’t deny
to your votaries, as you
now stand for the one light
They did not want Pussy Riot
but pussies will riot
and all over the world still spread
their Black Forest fungus
bright.

This poem is in the highly commended category on Destiny Poets UK for November 2013.

Read more of Dr. Koshy’s poetry….





1 comment:

Aalia Khan said...

beautifully written more so because written for a cause...

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