My last love
lay dying
chronic death,
I fall asleep,
undone.
The naughty rodent
bit into pieces
the book I liked most
I fall asleep,
undone.
The nicest blossom
in my garden shrivel up
infested with stem borer,
I fall asleep,
undone.
The band of security men
with covetous gun
loaded
aim at
the virgin youth
of the school girl,
wild but innocent,
I fall asleep,
undone.
The pious lady,
old and sick
in the cottage nearby
plucks flower
to worship, the deity
the male dog, nasty
pees over pollute.
I fall asleep,
undone.
The black cobra,
eats away
the last egg in the nest
the mother dove
in search of food
killed by the eagle
the storm destroys
the nest,
the young birds left
orphan,
hungry for love,
I fall asleep,
undone.
The sweetest melody
fades away
from my sweetest song
leaving my dancing feet
upset,
I fall asleep,
undone.....
Amazing poem describing helplessness in a nostalgic way. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks mam for kind comments and appreciation. I loved it. Binaya
Disparate scenes of destruction and hopelessness! Here I sense the frustration and indignation of one who sees unfortunate incidents happening all around him! But nothing is within his control! He feels so helpless to change the rotten state and falls into a kind of emotional lethargy!
“The sweetest melody fades away from my sweetest song leaving my dancing feet upset’………I like the lucidity of expression! Wonderful poetic imagination! Thanks dear Binaya for sharing!
The nicest blossom in my garden shrivel up. i understand your indignation of all the unfortunate events in lives....... yes blood become hot..... when we see injustices around us........ very poignant right... nostalgic feelings in me........ thank u dear poet. tony
infested with stem borer, thanks for Ranjan you are the brilliant piece of odisha10+++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello kumar a sad but well done, well written Crystalline poem. The imagery was sorrowful and I totally fathom you. Keep on writing! 8..
Thanks sir for your nice comments and your love for poetry,