Human Frames Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

Faceless ghosts
Fly all round in blind motions,
Mindless bleats and shrieks
Like bats in light and sunshine;
They feast in nights
And feed in still silence;
No depth, no height, no width, no weight;
The dumb shades of human frames
Of broken spines and crushed sprite
Shadow hell and heaven alike
And walk on accurst good old Earth.

The creepy creatures,
The broken frames of darkness,
The moths on feast on easy preys
As parasites,
The spent grey ash of wasted pasts
Linger in air,
Hang over as brute darkness
To douse sparkles from the nature's eyes
And howl on the Earth like death's whines.

Like black smoke
Of factory's old chimney,
They fill the sky, corrupt the air,
They cannot sand on the earth,
Nor fly high in the sky,
But soon thin in air to nothingness;
No legs, no wings, no backbones,
They live for living's sake
Till inevitable death takes on;
No smile, no rage, no pain or pleasure
In those faceless face,
No peace, no violence in those dull souls,
Just black smoke of life, stirring human frames.