The Basket of Light

POETRY FORMAT, 28 Jun 2021

Usha Roopnarain – TRANSCEND Media Service

She walks with a basket on her head
Smiling, but her basket is empty, although she carries the king of thermal energy
Luminating galactic, she does not realise this dispensary of light
O! if only she knows, he shines heavenly so bright!
He rises with such celestial might.
Yet nobody gets a fright.

Its early in the morning.
Eclipsed in the basket, saffron yellow, spherical, blazing and scorching.
Yet she smiles, as she carries her god in her heart the pain is roaring
poverty is her mourning; she wishes the light could be transforming.
But she walks step by step, hand in hand with her son,
He is unaware of the magma ball captured in her basket, only that the hunger pangs have begun.
Yes, its powerful, giving earth life, dancing, following him but it’s no fun!
Can someone capture this image?
We are slowly pacing to our village.
Dry and dusty, he shines through, the light no one can plunder or pillage
O piercing, o star, give us strength, I’m walking in the heat, it is no privilege
Nothing can compare to the image,
mother caring the sun some may think is sacrilege!
So burn away, dear sun, someone has captured the image
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Dr Usha Roopnarain – Former parliamentarian in the National Assembly of South Africa, social activist and passionate about human rights and gender equality.


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