Sticking up in defiance
Silently protesting
their chipped off existence
Dark serpents
snake through sharp walled fortress
Their mute reproach turns them black
I think, under duress
Cement and mortar fingers reach up
To tickle the cloud
Stubborn firmament; unrelenting
Stays aloof and proud
Manicured bushes taunt
Scraggly sidelined foliage
Trying to hold their ground on
Rock faces that are but a vestige
The latticed minarets, the stone walls
The boulders of yesteryear,
Hide behind glass and steel skeletons
That know no fear
Clawed monsters dot the horizon,
Deafening bursts of noise,
Wipe out the history.
Will they ever get back their voice...
Anuradha Venkatnarayan
2 comments:
i hold firm to those vagrant dreams of lazy stretches of peace and sun and groves and waters twinkling or moonlit drives where the ink of the waters and of the skies were scant discernible and the road glimmered like a lazy serpent or the journey into a different zone. The sudden visages that just lay off the road, the temples and grottoes to a deity lost in her own contemplation...seemed eternal...and even the tsunami, so fearful, just seemed to reveal the hidden ribs of the sea... so now, to hear you say it is disappearing, hurts! Let us at least try to record the songs of our times, before the mists and sands send forth a new veil
Loved the 'songs of our times'. Lucid, neeti. 👍
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