Vanishing Horizons Poem by Ravi Panamanna

More is becoming the devastation,
Where is our final destination?
Beyond the sobs and ceaseless sighs
Where are the delight and gracing peace?

Rhythms are getting lost,
Volcanoes are deep and erupt.
When life is defeated and destroyed,
How is the horizon of peace restored?

Mind is in perpetual war,
Boundaries are clearly drawn.
Life is getting flagged and flogged,
Our heart is getting finally clogged.

The din of the world is too much,
Life is losing the Midas touch.
Our scripts are poor and debauched,
Finally, we are blown and washed.

Where is our ancient lore?
Springs and that fine chorus?
Waking only in hopes and dreams,
Or, getting drowned in endless screams?
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25th March 2016.