Echoes, A Collection Of Poems By T.V.Reddy Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Echoes published by Gnosis
In 1912
Is in the same line
Where faded romanticism not
But societal thing
Is so much strong
Beginning with
Human Touch, An Echo,
Untraced into Dust,
On The Borders of Night
And so on.

Human touch is the only thing
Though we have travelled far,
The substance remains the same,
An echo of the self
Is the reality
Vibrating around,
The dusty mansion
Historic and falling,
Blurred by ravages and invasions
Bloody and brutal,
Nature's play
Full of lotus-like opening
And childish smiles,
He takes to.

Fond memories with
The onslaughts of time
Tarnished or bristled,
Life on wheels going
With the motor activity,
The clouded mind struggling
In the hurricane-blasted ship of life
With the march of time,
The revolutionary writers yelling
With the carbonated lungs
Fuming with
Naxalism and communist divides
Along the haves and the have-nots
And bourgeois revolutions
Causing damage to common people
And the cops.