Numbers march not to return
In their footsteps centuries burn
Cooped up men yes women too
Sipping the same insipid stew
The Penguins all on tundra flap
clueless hobble on a deceitful gap
Dismal blacks pepper the whites
cloaking rays from hooded sights
Know not that in memories fought
in ornate caves are lemmings caught
Clueless saplings twirl and turn
to catch an eye that they yearn
Millions lost to plots and schemes
Sold on quirky quixotic dreams
In farther lands Lenin is dead
yet here he sleeps on a rosy bed
The poem is a complicated weave of many ideas revolving around one theme: 'Numbers march not to return'., , , ''Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, ''.........................(Shakespeare) It's both thoughtful and thought-provoking at the same time. Well-done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woah a twist on dress rehearsal in d title. D poem is amazing, winsome rhyming, n seems kalaiedoscopic. Admire d historic touches here.