Realisation

At last I have realized it
Or may be it is the beginning
From all the faces of innocence
I have moved to vulgarity,
Where once through the window panes
Eyes blinks to sun to give a halo
Now insipid haste of rivers is
To the endless depth of ocean only,
Those fingers that touched the mighty skin
Are trying again for prosopopoeia
A thousands way are leading here
Not a single route to innocence again.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

That first bit read a bit funny I would suggest to go through it again. And true enough about the theme. Where have the ideals gone? It seems that everything that gets posted on TV or fed onto the stream of online has something to do with abuse of humanity. How are we to avoid that and get onto a more constructive route?

Good question here.

Thankyou

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Rene :)

[George Peck]

great concept but something seems off somewhere. Just doesn't read smooth. Still very good

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks george for your review :)