Basu Sharma
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| Poet Basu Sharma |
Deeply enjoying
The sips of exotic experience
In every sip of his coffee
The poet sat down
Contemplating
With his cup of coffee
In dire hope and desire of
Creating a good piece of poetry.
Alas!
Before a word
In poetry or poetic expression
Suddenly, well, all of a sudden
He heard his cup of coffee addressing him
Yes, his own inner voice.
Dear poet!
Your conscience
Let’s talk about!
In every cup of coffee
And every sip you take
How much water or gallons of water are there?
Can you imagine?
It’s one hundred and forty litres in every
cup of coffee.
Did you know poet?
Every sip, you taste
Equivalents so many litres of water
While
Growing,
Processing,
And, transporting
Reaching down your palate
Your enjoyment of aesthetics of taste
Your aesthetics of a sip
It means
You gentle poet!
Just enjoying a cup of coffee
Depletes multitudes of litres of water
To your eternal joy
But equal amount of misery
For others!
And, in this entire journey of coffee
With water legs
Can you imagine dear poet?
About those water footprints left.
Poet!
Whether juicy
tomatoes
Asparagus or
potatoes
Fruits or
foods
Or, any other
goods
You buy from the
shop
Think how and how
far
They have
traveled
Before reaching
you
Of course leaving
water footprints
At places
And, think the
water footprints
Where do they shine?
Where do they shudder?
Where do they cry?
Open your eyes
poet!
Look around for those
water footprints.
Giving you tasty
asparagus
Peru’s water table
is going down and down
Ripening up
bananas for you
Cameroon’s land is
drying up
Will you imagine
poet?
When mother’s
veins are dried up
How can a baby
survive?
Dear poet!
Have you ever heard?
Environmental
seminars’ working papers
And, research
project’s research papers
Somewhere in a
cage weeping
The chapters of
global warming
And, the climate
change warning
Somewhere in a
page beeping
Just for those
forgotten water footprints!
Hearing his cup of
coffee
Speechless
Emotional
Fearful
The poet sees
In his cup of
coffee
The water
resources depleting
The animal habitats disappearing
The sky burning
The land drying-up
Oops!
A spinning
cyclone
A destructive
typhoon!
And, taking his
last sip of coffee
The poet stood up
and said
Thank you coffee!
Let me start my
journey
And, take my first
step
Looking for the
water footprints
Those forgotten
water footprints.
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