The Death Of Romance Poem by Xelam Kan™

long ago
the poets sang from the heart
and love to pen epic, ballad
and lyrical romance;
they stressed in lofty tone
emotionality and subjectivity
to evoke
feeling of tranquility deep.

The beauty of shining stars,
of the rising moon
of the night's storm
of the morning dews
of the roaming clouds
of the autumn leaves
and of the fadding eve
all are buried in the distant past.

Art has changed and so
is the man:
overwhelmed by motives, fears and follies of folk,
passion for beauty and love
has gone, and
Art and form are often seen
in the shadows of unseen dreams...

In digits and dots they measurethe charm of the idyllic scenes.
Woes, wailing and war
plauge the modern art,
and abstract obscurity and
harsh critiques become
a heaven creed.