THE
CONVULSION!
M. A. BARI
And so, the machine
would not stand,
As the eyes would
prickle and burn, and
Bristle with a particle
of sand.
For, so I’d stood
against its way,
Obstinately refusing to
put up with the sway;
And so, I was
mercilessly thrown up and thrown away!
Yet, so there had to be
a convulsion,
But for it, there wouldn’t
be my repulsion;
This was ever the
ordinary result of going beyond the convention!
But the thing thrown up,
Is’nt the thing, forever
thrown up
Nor
for once the game
was up.
It comes down!
With a terrific sound!
On the self-same ground!
It’s lined and cracked
in frame,
And yet, the soul’s the
same.
Ready to play over again
the same game.
And so, Convulsion
follows Convulsion.....
Until the Giant-machine is
weakened by this repetition
And so, finally, is fit
for a new formation!