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 9^th feb 2015