Empty Eyes Poem by Neran Sati

Once, a while ago, on that grey field of
dust and ashes, there were lush parks
breathing grass and blooms, and upon greens
it bosom, kids were the birds flying their swings
up and down; and up and down went their
little hearts full of tender joy, they eyes
everywhile meeting mother's smiles
it sustained casting on the big black
resplendent eyes of they ancients,
the ever watching Mari, against the gallery
walls on many thousands years of history,
our World's history!

Now, as they never lived, never been,
they eyes inverted into huge black holes
over the parched settlements, it rubbles for
the broken winged doves only shelter, it
havocs protruding out thick dust crest, like
the dark deluge protruding stumps cracked
by savage rainstorm; these eyes again
reverting to the hollows out human skulls
built in, along the underground tower walls,
it dusk corridors against the flickering candle
flashes; once but dearly holding eyes pancing
cheery souls, loughs, the wit, kisses sweet, the
tears, gentle whimpers..

But now, as all uniting into despair streams
of refugees, pouring out of ruins like long black
veins upon sheered arms, like dark the creeks
of blood slowly turning into a crimson river, pluck
it tide of the red tears..

How much longer should it flow to be dried out,
off the peers spring? That fathomless well of ever
wounded innocents, sacrificed ere all the world eyes
and it sacred books of faith, it bunch of like beliefs, but
the reality, just an empty altar to Grace, Love and Peace.



03/15/2016 © Neran Sati