A flower withered somewhere

A flower withered somewhere,
While the night,
emblazoned,
Without any care…

Flames shoot up,
Reached for the ebon skies.
Engulfed,
The passers-by

Crimson earth reflected,
In the night sky
tears of blood scorched
Honest eyes.

Questions long forgotten
Raised their ugly heads
Wheels of time paused
Seemingly.
A dreadful faux pas

Indeed, humanity died
Many a death that night
While few raged,
A defenseless fight
Against life….

A flower withered somewhere,
Quietly,
Marked the history books
In colors of shame and pain
Innocence lost,
On the altar of greed

While we remained,
witness mute
To this carnage

Flames burnt that night
Brightly orange
Or was it our sensibility?
vagrant and deranged…

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4 Comments

  1. brilliant…quite profound indeed…
    really makes me want to meet u…need to pick your brains, or atleast the part where the poems reside… maybe those thoughts will help me become better…!

  2. “Crimson earth reflected,
    In the night sky
    tears of blood scorched
    Honest eyes.” – one of my three fav stanzas. “tears of blood scorched Honest eyes.”? Just to read that shows pain.

    “Indeed, humanity died
    Many a death that night
    While few raged,
    A defenseless fight
    Against life….

    A flower withered somewhere,
    Quietly,
    Marked the history books
    In colors of shame and pain
    Innocence lost,
    On the altar of greed” – these lines reminded me of a thamizh film where an entire civilsation is cruelly wiped out and one man returns to avenge for the irreparable losses.

    The title reminded me of Gray’s elegy: I would like to quote the following lines which I am sure you have read:

    “Full many a gem of purest ray serene
    The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:
    Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
    And waste its sweetness on the desert air.” – if I could write just four lines like these in all my life, my poetic life will still find meaning. Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard is one of the finest works of literature if I have read and probably the finest long poem that’s been my privilege to read…

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