Fall Of Atlantis Poem by Manas Mukherjee

Patches glow of bronze, of red and sapphire;
Golden lads and their youthful ladies,
Bathe they in hues of oranges and berries;
The tinted bliss does throughout prosper.
The many colours that gods and kings play,
As march they to paint red the white;
Rough bricks to child's play bow their might,
As the holy counsel those battle soaked gore delay.

Alas! Hark o men! Roars the thunder's fiend,
Lightening hurls Jove forth the dull cloaked skies;
Atlantis burns, demons the Grecian gods amend,
As from yonder, that urchin in scarlet, out he cries,
'Is it the best thou could'st lend? '
And drops forth the peak and dies.