Concerns

Modernism Has its roots penetrated deeply into Barbarism, Or still unfathomable depths. So is History, Lamenting over man’s destiny Of blooms with pollens venomous. Wonder Flashes within, how has One squeezed The massive essence of mountainous misgivings And filled in an exceptionally delicate word-shell! Expressions; The silver snakes of blessed thoughts, Gently glided over the shadowless sandy shores Of serene sweetness, aspiring to dawn this planet With the most wonderful source of energy ever; A new tender Sun that might emit Golden rays of hopes and promises immense. Revolutions, Marched over the ember-strewn paths Of human history breaking the early shells of evolution, Leaving shrouds of beguiling dark ashes . I pray, Hope, and dream the mighty word-squalls To clear off the legendary curses And enduringly emancipate the futurity.