Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Crumbled City

The dins of the city never did fade away,
even as the sun faded over the earthy rim.
Roads of asphalt run long and grey,
even as stony churches sing their sacred hymns.

The painted lights became strong and bold,
even as the moon stares in its sombre light.
The smoke and dust so freshly rolled,
even as the stars perform their daily rites.

The wheels run tireless in their unseen quests,
even as lonely souls trudge on and on.
Jealousy nests behind swollen chests,
even as languid eyes wore a look forlorn.

Hungry hands lay outstretched,
even as the taverns spilled with lust.
Remains of dreams lay thinly etched,
even as their ashes mingled away with dust.

The city lay in sweet reverie,
even as hopes lay asunder.
Singing songs shorn of melody,
even as thieves loot and plunder.


© 2013 Abhijit Pandit