Song of a clapper from a distant evening church
by Manoranjan M
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Clouds drizzle the rainy scent.
Golden rays illumine the ornamental world.
There shines a rainbow.
With one single whip,
greatest heights of the mighty city
fall hastily behind the noble horses.
Criers of war cry a war cry.
Battle is taken as the gust of dust
takes the sand dunes.
It passes through the deaf carrion birds,
the sour melody of sore death hymn.
Along goes the gentle breeze.
Not the whetted swords,
the adept wrists wearing shining bracelets
exhibit a dexterous brutality.
Flocks of migratory birds migrate.
Painful wings let fall their feathers,
all the way down the windy town.
Leaving them dance a paper dance.
Fingers spend lifetimes. Stanzas are re-refined.
Criticism engulfs the world.
Lungs gulp down blackened air.
Gills breath heavy water. Plastics gnaw
the gorgeous lush green meadows.
Extinction is the finalized destiny for
fragile species. Purpose of industry and its
revolution meet the standards.
Two vigorous arms of time slap
back and forth, ensuring the everlasting
slavery of human kind.
In the name of progress and chic,
under their cruel regards, traditions and cultures,
once colored a beautiful world, vanish.
Ashes of native communities, their gods,
their fairy-tale believes and even their death
beds of existence-struggle mound.
Key to beauty path is ever lost.
Shattered and battered, the splendor of tireless
and timeless ancestral foundations.
Grandchildren’s dreams are devoured,
letting them having nightmares of a
mesmerizing blue planet turns into red.
No innovations and inventions left
untransformed into weapons. No exclusion.
The religions and even Ahimsa.
There smiles a ghastly smile,
the sixth sense. And weeps the humanity.
Where hides the harmony?
Bees buzz. Trees stand in perennial blossom.
Springs pass through the golden wheat.
Where goes the road to future?
©2004, M. Manoranjan