"Score" by Peyush Karel
“What’s my score?” asked a frowning man
“A little less,” said The Merry Voice
“All there is, is paucity”
“So, what now is, is abundance”
Screens got reduced to pixels
Colors got bleached to pigments
Premier institutions of peace shut down
Walls became abode in a lock-down.
Months passed by, like one... two... three
To meet again, both of them agreed.
“What did you learn?” asked The Merry Voice
“All there is, is relative,” said a longing man
“Sounded strange, the first news-bite
Seemed like recess to the sight[NK1]
Exciting to the mind was the contemplation.
Potency of the panic was due for introspection.
Rustic turned the clocks dear,
Majestic burnt the celestials near,
Life tuned to necessities again,
People gazed at night skies again.
No boom in skies, no honk on grounds,
Fulfilling became the pixelation rounds.
Existence existed when Fossils lay unburnt,
Soul survived when worries lay unsung.
Exploration took a major toll,
Reason assembled lessons all,
Bubble was the recess that lasted too long,
Vision aligned where Your Merry Voice
Constancy is Paucity’s game.
Possibility brings Abundance, fame.
But relative is what paucity is
And its clone abundance is.”
“What’s my score?” asked a smiling man
“A little less,” said The Merry Voice.
Note from the poet: The poem seeks to delve into the everlasting complaint made by men to the Almighty: a complaint against dearth of time and resources in everything we do. The poem, themed around the state of a global lock-down, has been written to showcase the relativity of the relationship between paucity and abundance; how elements of paucity and abundance are, actually, mirror images of each other.
The poem opens with a conversation between the Almighty and a regular man where the man intends to know how well did he fare in the game of life. After being responded with a less satisfactory answer, he (in an agitated tone) vouches for an opportunity of a life with an abundance of resources where he would be able to turn things in his favor and raise his score. The Supreme power agrees to his wish and grants an abundance of time in the form of a lock-down.
The succeeding paragraphs depict observations made by the man whilst in a lockdown state and how he and everyone else had to cut short on people, nature, and religion: pigmentation, pixelation, and religions’ premier institutions. It shows how the man loses track of time and gets lost in the beauty of things around him, like the stars, sky, and ‘absolute necessities.’
Following the exploration, the man begins to realize the value of time, resources, and paucity and how ‘paucity’ might also bring the longed-for salvation that ‘abundance’ in everyone’s imagination enjoyed. The poem ends with a similar conversation between the man and the Almighty where he notes the fact that- no matter what, there is too much to explore in every state of existence and thereby, less to complain about.
Editorial: It is an eclectic poem, a poem which a younger William Blake might have written. There is a conversation between the man and the almighty, there are concerns about time and resources. All in the context of the global lockdown, different phases of which we are seeing it today, everywhere. The poet has provided a little note as well, which enriches the meaning of the lines indicted by him, and perhaps that's why this editorial on the same might seem superfluous if dealt with in deeply. Please, sit back, relax and enjoy this verse. (Nachi)