Not tears, of ruth, but embers, rain
In the, funeral of, a shadowland
Once, heavens of joy, now, hades of pain
Goes up, in flame, life, strand by strand!
In the, hearth of bliss, love’s labors lost
An age, gapes, at its, ash aghast
We burnt, our cradle, at love’s cost
Faith’s bond, at last, consigned to past!
Is it, stench of, smoldering, wood, flesh and bones
Or of, true trait, of the, human creed
Our milestones, are our, being’s tombstones
Where ends, our need, begins, our greed!
Whilst, rages on…, inferno’s wrath
Shaming, life’s boon, to a, souvenir
We reap, our making’s, aftermath
In The Farms, Of Fury, Fiefs Of Fear!
© 2020 Vikas Chandra
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Powerful words shared by a talented writer.
Thank you Sir
Much appreciated….As ALWAYS….!!!
You are welcome my friend. I love your work. You tell the truth.
My Dear! You endorsement and appreciation is valued very much…
I understand these words. A outstanding poem.
I cherish your thoughts very much. Truth resonates with all in more or less the same way…
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Might be a beautiful poem full of wisdom, but unfortunately I can only understand simplicity and plain text.
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