when will MAN fathom his inexorable peril?
As he rampages through time, oblivious of the devil.
Vaporising the last drop of tears
While drilling into mother earth’s ears.
But he, insatiable in his sinful thirst
Lets riots in his kingdom burst.
Starts war at the drop a hat, spilling blood like wine out of a vat.
Poor dumb animals are used for sports,
Their shrieks and cries dying in their throats.
Man has always been like this
Ignorant and callous in his cruel bliss.
Under a pale sky, in torn shifts run vagrant kids-
An agony of helplessness in their midst.
Like morning-coffee, which has no sweetness or stimulation
Each day bringing bitterness and desolation.
People in shacks built on quicksand
With no semblance of hope at hand.
Paintings of life roughly drawn,
Showing lines of pain instead of brawn.
When the unfortunates extend a bowl
For a kind deed from a helping soul,
You exit leaving scores of pleading eyes
In frail bodies…..silently weeping.
But can you deny
that those heart-breaking departures
are the ones you see day and night, night and day
when you live and when you die?
Angels play on broken fiddles
Muted sorrows as they churn out those…
Burning suns and hard-hearted sons
Kinsfolk who might be both feckless and faithless
Hatred lurks in unstable disguise
Mankind fated to die
Like Leaves, they fall
Crumbled out under generations
Construct mazes of nations,
Dying and screaming
Crumbling and vanishing into the dust,
like dry leaves….
Born from dust and into dust
Ending as they began
A true but dismal picture, not exhaustive yet…..isn’t there scope for a ray of hope,though?
I like the feel of the poem .. however… I am not a big fan of sorrowful endings and poets or writers loosing hope. That cannot be the end and that is never the end. You still have ink in you pen and strength in your hand you control the destiny
So remember – trees still have leaves on them, one falls the other rises – and so all is not lost till it is lost and till then let there be hope. Words are powerful my friend so let them rise and create what others cannot dream of –
A beautiful world.
Is death so important? For me my life and how I live are more important.
Morning coffee sitting in my Balcony with cool breeze and a news paper in hand is stimulating to me.
My baby’s naughtiness is too sweet to me..
I cherish living more than waiting for the death that will anyway come.
But, nice writing.
Misery, leaves withering and falling down to rot on earth, old age and disease, pain that ignorance brings …..are all part an parcel of life. All this compels us to learn, become more alert, alive and wise. Death and misery are only one side of the coin. There is much beauty around, moments of peace, calm and fulfillment are there waiting for just a shift in our attitude to life ! Death is not a tragedy, it is not even against life, but part of it. Life is eternal so is our journey in life. Death is not the opposite of life, life has no opposite. Birth is the opposite of death !