culture fix

Yes.

Yes, I am a rabid optimist.
For me,
Every tree that continues to stand,
Every stream that continues to flow,
Every child that runs away from home,
Is an indication,
That the battle is not only on,
It is being won.

Possibly you will tell me
About the nuclear arms race,
And all I can tell you
Is that An unknown child
Held my hand
With love.

You will try to draw me
Into the plateau of practical life
Tell me,
That not only God but all the religious
And irreligious leaders
Are dead.
And all I can tell you
Is that Across the forest
Lives a young man
Who calls the earth His mother.

You will give me the boring details
Of the rise of state power
After every revolution.
And all I can tell you
Is that
In our tribe
We still share
Our bread.

You will reason with me
And I will talk nonsense like this.
And because the difference between reason and poetry
Is the difference between breathing and living life,
I will read poems to you.
Poems full of optimism.
Poems full of dreams.
Maybe poems better than this.

-Sathyu