Decadence Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Decadence



Once clean and transparent soft glass,
Why so hard and smoked today?
The flexible piece that allowed light once,
Why absorbs light and gives out black clouds?

The fresh dews that sat on its cool face,
Rolled in pleasure like stars algate once,
Scatters today as steams in haste, why?
No more the cool glow that spreads calm light,
No morae the sparkles of shapely-cut diamond,
But, billows of dull, dim smokes everywhrere.

Is it decadence?
No melodies touch, no passions shake,
No musical notes pierce her Self,
No beauty attracts nor truth differentiates
Like lustrous diamond, burnt to black charcoal;
Is it decadence?
It sleeps all day and weeps all night
And stares at stars like a dumb and deaf thing;
No holy hymns and gentle songs
No charming ways of foregone dew-fresh days.

It shed blood and tasted blood,
It fought and lost several battles
In stilled silence
And saw bad ways of the unjust world
Where innocence is ravaged,
Beauty, uprooted
And truth is banished from the face of the world;

The softness, hardened;
Innocence is confused and transparence, smoked;
Hymns and songs sank to dumb silence,
In airtight shell for hybernation
In subdued light of wild specters.

The rock poundings of black realities
Shattered delicate fibres
Of trust and hop of redemption;
Once, like clean, blue infinite sky,
Today, a patch-work of dull, grey clouds;
The soul is no more soul,
But, a pack of confounded passions
In subdued light of confused hues;
The winged sprite that traversed celestial worlds once,
Today, leashed to time and space
With hell-like weights of impatience and wrath
Impale to a square of the earth;
A withered soul, no more soul,
But, a hive of poisonous passions,
Where time's trickles of crass injustice
Ferment to hatred and indignation.

The soul, once a glow, today, a tattered rag,
A dying star,
An old creature limping to its grave
With gaping wounds ‘neath dried blood
And too weak for rage and hatred,
A sad sunset
Where all hide in thick, black night;
What a sad end to what an intense hope
What a bleak passage to what an ambitious sojourn!

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