Where Are They? Poem by Shouvik Narayan Hore

Where are those purple dawns and purple dusks?
Those twilights that twinkled on violets blue,
The perfume of dendrons whose sensuous musk
Travel many a mile; Oh! What bizarre flu?
What fever was it? Why was slipped away?
Why now are my senses betrayed of thee?
When sunk in polluted passions knee deep
What remains to express? What remains to say?
No doubt greater truths are nearing history.

How can this virulent world be saved
From infidel airs and morning's saw dust
From juvenile touches, from illusory sleep?
Cross over this state as Martyrs braved,
And entered the trance of Nature and her crust.