FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

THE TIBETAN PRAYER WHEEL (Satis Shroff) (Subtitle: O, cry with me) Adieu winter, The signs of growth are here, Between sunshine and rain. There’s a subtle greening everywhere. People work line bees, Cutting and pruning weeds Using their ancient hoes To plough the terraces The joy that plants have survived Beneath the deadwood. There’s optimism in the air And with it hope, When crocuses rear their heads. Lovely lupins, delphiniums and daffodils, In the meadows of the Himalayas. People are bathing in the tributaries of holy rivers, Chanting vedic hymns. Those who have lost their mothers, Remember them through rites, Followed by a bath in the river Matatirtha. The sound of thundering hoofs in Tudikhel, In the heart of Catmandu. Snorting and foaming horses, And cheering Nepalese. Spectators who watch the great chariots Of Bhairawa and Bhadrakali. The joy of the fresh air, In the tranquility of the blue Mahabharat hills...

Satis Shroff's ZEITGEIST LITERATURE :  Zeitgeistlyrik: A GURKHA MOTHER (Satis Shroff)          (Subtitle: Death of a Precious Jewel) The gurkha with a khukri But no enemy Works for the Queen of England, Yet gets shot at In missions he doesn't comprehend. Order is hukum, Hukum is life Johnny Gurkha still dies Under foreign skies. He never asks why Politics isn't his style He's fought against all and sundry: Turks, Tibetans, Italians and Indians Germans, Japanese, Chinese Argentineans and Vietnamese. Indonesians and Iraqis. Loyalty to the utmost Never fearing a loss. The loss of a mother's son From the mountains of Nepal. Her grandpa died in Burma For the glory of the British. Her husband in Mesopotemia She knows not against whom No one did tell her. Her brother fell in France, Against the Teutonic hordes. She prays to Shiva of the Snows for peace And her son's safety...