To the brim, his
dreams
Once cherished in
gleams
Now shattered,
their reflections
On the still
surface of streams;
The pigeon in its
flights
In the wide blue
expanse
Now in the
confines of cages
Now in the
shackles of evils;
The flowers on
green stems
In immaculate
white-glow
In spite of the
alien blow
Now faded to
clouded beams;
Really are
impetuous victims
The deer amidst
the wild
Free to live in
inequality
In the grim guise
of equality;
The just, just all
welfare
For the just cause
of justice
Bartered to swing
in imbalance
Turned deaf, blind
and dumb;
Sheer virtues are
values
In misuse for
abuse
For mere money and
power:
Ineffectual, false
prestige;
He once in high
acclaims
As Mahatma, the
Great Soul;
Now echoes the
wail of woes
In the deep vales
of his soul;
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TRIVENI Jul-Sep,
2015
