The World I See Poem by Barnali Saha

The world I see
by
Barnali Saha

I stand at the pinnacle, on a mountain high
I look down and see the worldly debacle
The veil of time having moved, I see eternity in the sand
I open my hands and grasp the rain
Virgin dew drops pouring from heaven
With complete sang-froid I view my world
A riddle of moving emotions, a passing fancy
The pine trees around repine in grief
The ersatz angel made from devil
The passing world, the rotating evil
From the acme I see each grain
Each scintilla of hope dies in the brain
The creative imagery flaunts its faded hue
As I look down with a sojourn view
Broken rocks lie underneath my feet
And chilly wind whiz past me
I smell an air redolent of broken wreaths
And mull over the sanctity of modern life
In a factory we live in peace
While the green grass decked in morning dew tell
No body comes to me and sees my spell
Fair daffodils nod in breeze
But is there anybody to see the green trees
Accustomed to idiot box we seldom gaze
At the great wide world for us made
The rivulet of life flowing in me
Meanders in the nature around me I see
Every cell smell of life, every bush, every herb, ooze with life
But so wrought are we in earthly strife
That seldom we open our eyes and see
The green fields and the little bee
The bleating cattle in the meadow
Also sing in vibrant shadow