Lament Of A Mocking Bird - Poem by Deep Mukherjee
A mocking bird, An empty palace-
An unwritten testimonial of rejuvenation;
To be prescribed
On the grave of mallice and vengeance;
Amidst the debris of fallen pride
Will rise the roots of omnipotency;
People hope against hope
They crave for power instead of peace;
Clouds of crimson red lingering in
The eternal tranquil azure sky;
While 'Green' is in the phase of obsollescence;
The Empire of 'Red' is spreading it's threads.
A gentle breeze hustles through
Into the abyss of eternal ignorance;
Laments the mocking bird-
While the world lives on twisted fallacy
The lament of the bird seems the song of destiny................
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