In memory of the Lost greenery...
Just to find the world below-
Groaning with pain.
Crying in deep despair!
The human atrocities have left-
Her children- Maimed and crippled.
The darkness around her,
Felt so intense today,
With my plumes unable to make them vanish.
The trees, that always smiled,
Have suddenly become so pale.
Have become grey with the dust,
The dust of remorse and pain.
The nature, today, looks so tired.
Exhausted of giving mankind "another" chance.
Exhausted of making them feel that-
"We are a family."
I am so helpless today.
Desolate in my own palace I the East.
The cold breeeze of the dawn,
Blowing the manes of my horses
That drove my chariot.
Forgiveness is what, the race has asked for-
But today its beyond my reach.
No forgiveness, can bring back her past glories,
Can't bring back her cloak that protected them.
Her graceful cheeks, that have melted.
Her granduer and her beauty.
Time and again she has been ripped by humanity,
Without any show of being humane.
No, you all don't deserve forgiveness,
All shall suffer, suffer the consequences,
Shall face my wrath, shall cry in pain.
Poetry by Nilanjan Dutta
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Written on 2011-01-22 at 20:39
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With the first light..
I glided over the clouds,Just to find the world below-
Groaning with pain.
Crying in deep despair!
The human atrocities have left-
Her children- Maimed and crippled.
The darkness around her,
Felt so intense today,
With my plumes unable to make them vanish.
The trees, that always smiled,
Have suddenly become so pale.
Have become grey with the dust,
The dust of remorse and pain.
The nature, today, looks so tired.
Exhausted of giving mankind "another" chance.
Exhausted of making them feel that-
"We are a family."
I am so helpless today.
Desolate in my own palace I the East.
The cold breeeze of the dawn,
Blowing the manes of my horses
That drove my chariot.
Forgiveness is what, the race has asked for-
But today its beyond my reach.
No forgiveness, can bring back her past glories,
Can't bring back her cloak that protected them.
Her graceful cheeks, that have melted.
Her granduer and her beauty.
Time and again she has been ripped by humanity,
Without any show of being humane.
No, you all don't deserve forgiveness,
All shall suffer, suffer the consequences,
Shall face my wrath, shall cry in pain.
Poetry by Nilanjan Dutta
Read 437 times
Written on 2011-01-22 at 20:39
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