Happy New Year 2018 - Poem by Sathya Narayana
HAPPY NEW YEAR? ! ? !
I eavesdrop the dwarfing hills' echoes
of reticent moans of dry leaves
dancing on the arid earth.
The stumps of felled trees of erstwhile woods
are looking like emaciated saints
who are just few steps
away from the heaven.
The sobs of moonrays trapped
in Stygian smogs are heard
even from the distant Empyrean.
I behold the reluctant nimbus mists
giving way to sooty smokes coming
from the factory smokestacks.
I wonder whether the omniscient Sun
is hiding something from the man,
as the tearless earth is looking pale
with apprehensive tremors.
I tighten the mask around my face
and tread slow
through the busy bazaar lanes.
I buy a bouquet of wilting roses
and wait for that Happy Day!
What's imminent, I shudder with a sudden start...
Everytime when nears a new year...
I fear of a cruel eschaton! ?
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