ARRAY OF DECADENCE
Freshness no more scruples joy
Even by warmth of sun rising at dawn
drinking hello ness of musk defrayed
dew seemingly shimmers in salvation
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truth dazzles transparent by resplendency
murky silence of shadow seems to tremble
drowsiness of drunken silence inebriates
would you not get up and worship God!
as we all need blessings against this time
just begging for a day in its bowl of silky fate
alms to breathless breeze of desolation
lest apprehension may not haunts again
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hour dismayed reels off by vagaries
moment still spews facts dismayed
fate lest be rocked up as wrecked Titanic
in deep dead sea of hidden apparitions
who knows, terrors might be there hiding
as dreams forsake its wings out of insinuation
gallows of unkindness wrapped in pains
as gauntlet of bayonet riffles from bullets
cries unheard resounds in midst of sorrow..
Atleast the fear of the unknown should provoke mankind to walk the path of righteousness, Ur poem throbs with anguish for humanity... Very beautifully done...
A thought provoking composition crafted masterfully, woven with fine imagery for human race.....Brilliance sir. I am a fan....10
From : Ema B (sydney Australia; Female; 13) To : Dr.subhendu Kar Date Time : 11/29/2009 3: 31: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject : Re: hello, Dear fellow poet your poems were wonderful you are very talented I enjoyed reading your other poems to. I look up to you. Thank you.
I am spellbound as I vision you reciting this piece of yours...extraordinary talent of a good soul...God bless
as gauntlet of bayonet riffles from bullets cries unheard resounds in midst of sorrow..... beautiful write. a danger may be lurking behind..... oh so nice it is...10 read mine bullet proff and clean slate.. also motherland and can any one tell me
A pinch of decency, lot enough To drive away the array of decadence. Who will pinch? How to pinch? May be this poem talks about the profligacy To pinch everyone who is still asleep The dark deep sleep will kill the spirit of affabiulity Reading this poem, i assure you, dear poet I will be the one to appreciate the hidden call To shed the dissipation if any, and come to light of life. Wonderful read. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'As we all need blessings against this time...' is it not just the truth, that men know so much of history and looking back in times of decadence people were ruined, it led to the fall of many a society, yet again and again mankind is like a donkey that uses not its inner wisdom not to bump its head again... decadence->the fall of man... thats how it goes, its Gods way of calling us back to Him. Excellent Subhendu.