The Weeping WillowsA Poem by Swagato Saha
The wastelands now glimmer in the fading twilight,
Sinister eyes aglow with the imminent blight; Shackles rattle, manacles clutter, to the gust's ghastly cries, As sooty ash from cinders pall the horizon's sapphire skies. Waning, abandoned amid the rotting remains, Immersed in quiet wistful reminiscence, They gasp; their wilting limbs now merely quiver, As they ease each other, between sobs and tears. "Remember how dreamy it all used to be? Blushing flowerbeds towered by us trees!" "And smiling meadows neath clear blue skies, Back in greener days and mellower times." "Remember every time we stayed up through the night? And snoozed by the river, in the splendid starlight?" "And how we'd wake up to every misty morning! Ablaze with hopes; of a world that could have been..." "Until them tyrants, picked up their axes, and started killing our own, They slaughtered us, burned us to crisp, plundered and razed our homes!" "And built their fortresses, uprooted us; buried us amid cogs and stones, And spared us to die in their dooming world, petrified, all alone." They cast their hollow stares into the burning abyss, Of lofty skyscrapers and scintillating cities- Ignorant of the haze that plagues the night skies, Indifferent to the tears they shed, ever deaf to their cries... © 2017 Swagato SahaFeatured Review
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