MY EYES ARE STUNG WITH VIRGIN
SUNKISSED BEAM..I CAN CLEARLY FEEL THE AROMA OF THE BLUE SKY ..I CAN HEAR THE CARELESS WHISPERS OF THE GREEN TREES...THE REVERBERATION OF THE FLOWERS AND BEES HAVE ENGROSSED MY EXISTENCE...I CAN QUENCH MY UNBOUND THIRST FROM THE NATURE AND HER PURITY...AND YES, I AM CONTENDED.I CAN STILL FEEL THE SUNKISSED TINGLE ON MY EYES... THE QUEER WHISPERS OF THE MUTED TREES STILL LOOM IN MY EARS...THE UNHEARD SONG OF THE FLOWERS AND BEES ARE STILL KNITTED INTO MY HEART...BUT......WISH THIS DREAM LASTED A LONGER.. I HAVE EARNESTLY YEARNED FOR THIS DREAM TO NEVER EVER END...BUT IT BROKE... NOW WHEN I OPEN MY EYES THE SOUR ACID PIERCE THEM...I CAN HARDLY RECOGNISE MY BLUE SKY...IT HAS TURNED SO GRAY....MY BODY CAN'T BEAR THE SAME OLD SUN...THE BUZZ OF FLOWERS AND BEES HAVE BECOME INAUDIBLE...I WONDER IF THEY WILL EVER SING...THE UNTOLD WHISPERS OF THE TREES HAVE BEEN REPLACED WITH EXCRUTIATING CRY..IT IS UNENDURABLE. THEY HAVE CONQUERED THE TOPMOST RUNG OF THE ECOLOGICAL PYRAMID..THEY CLAIM THEM TO BE THE MOST CIVILISED...THEY HAVE ENSLAVED THE ENTIRE LIVING WORLD, EVEN THEIR OWN KIND..THEIR TECHNOLOGY HAS REACHED CRESECNDO...THEY LOVE TO FLOUT ALL THE NATURAL LAWS..THEY LOVE TO DESTROY RATHER THAN TO CREATE...BUT THIS CANNOT GO ON FOR EVER.. THEY MAY HAVE EMPLOYED TECHNOLOGY TO SUCH AN EXTENT THAT THEIR LIVES HAVE BECOME SO EASY...THEY HAVE DONE ALL THESE THINGS AT OUR COST...OUR FURS,FEATHERS,BLOOD,BONES,FLESH AND LIVES HAVE BEEN SACRIFICED...AND THE PROCESS IS STILL GOING ON...THEY WILL GET NOTHING OUT OF THESE EXCEPT PAIN.THEY ARE LOSING MORALITY,HUMANITY,KINDNESS AND EMOTIONS WHICH THEY CLAIM TO POSSESS MORE THAN ANY OF US...THEY ARE FORGETTING HOW TO LOVE.....THE SERMONS OF EQUALITY,COMPASSION,DEVOTION HAVE TURNED HOLLOW FOR THEM...THEY WORSHIP GREED,VIOLENCE,EXPLOITATION AND DEMEANING OTHERS...
THE VEIL IS LIFTED FROM MY EYES....THIS CANNOT GO ON LIKE THIS FOREVER...I HAVE SEEN IT COMING....
THE homo sapiens ARE TOO INTELLIGENT TO HEAR ITS FOOTSTEPS...BUT NO ONE CAN DENY MY INSTICTS...I ,AM A BIRD...I HAVE GOT THE VISION
THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING.........
The poem "Last CRY" written by you is thought provoking and interesting. Looking forward more such beautiful poems.
ReplyDelete@ kallol:thank u for ur appreciation..though my last cry is not a poem,it is an abstract on a specific feeling...thank u
ReplyDeleteHow vast and mesmerizing is the sky,
ReplyDeleteI wish I could spread my wings and fly.
Racing the birds, following the breeze;
Touching the clouds as they try to seize,
Seize me in their embrace and hold me firm,
But I’m a free soul and I would not squirm
To free myself of its hold,
And fly away where the magic unfolds.
bhishon bhalo laglo
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