Renaissance

Renaissance

A Poem by Chirag Kumar

Renaissance

The skies wetten the dead earth.
Endless voices of cries, screams, plunders
are being put to a halt
by thunders
of the stoic night.

Standing at the annals
of time, I see no life. 
In bliss shine the suns of charms.
But tears don't draw the erstwhile caring palms.
Instead, they predate
on the meaty moolah.

Rains are bad if in excess.
But I must confess,
that no picture is
within my reach.
To shake these flithy touts,
practise what I preach
is the lonely path
I choose for a renaissance.

C Kumar

© 2016 Chirag Kumar


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Added on October 1, 2016
Last Updated on October 1, 2016
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Chirag Kumar
Chirag Kumar

Mumbai, India



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