The crescent of autumn moon
In it’s own senility was gulping the waves of ocean
Least aware of the looming time’s tornado
The seizure of the apocalypse, throbbing every hobo
Heart beats were inundated
As if the universe was paralyzed
In the wee, boo of geophony, biophony and anthropony
Micro and macro’s cells of universe were all yearning for metamorphosis
For she had lost her infinite patience
In the entropies of cobweb of five meta-trends
She succumbs, screams and now is silent in swirl’s of cocoon’s
Teeming at the core her heart isn’t soothing of any bonfire
But it’s the doomsday of time
Of the mother of all mothers
And before she blinks her third eye
At the camouflage of greenish moon , blackish sun
Breeze became the messenger of many poet’s plea as petition
To save our greener earth
To save humanity
So that the nightingale may keep singing the melancholy of untired wait
And the lady with lamp may keep her lamp burning
To free thy spirit To free thy soul
It’s all the memoir of the agony of a mirror
Mirror that is covertly in dalliance with the nightingale
To warn, to plead, to pledge of saving our earth
Listen one and all..
© Maaya Dev 9th feb 2015
A very forthright and heartfelt work.
EDITORIAL NOTE ( For the benefit of the author )
i think by omitting the very last line,the poem’s impact would be enhanced. ” Listen one and all ” is by far a stronger line to finish with.
Thank you Louis….Your suggestion makes sense and would add beauty to the poem.
Would do the necessary changes. ..Regards.
This is an outstanding poem by all measures! Loved your deft use of imagery, the presentation of the theme and the uniqueness of it all 🙂
Love and hugs,
Lopa.
Thank you Lopa for such edifying comment….:-)