Reflections In Silence

Reflecting within silence of my thoughts I feel the ills of world in its stygian form-- Its music devoid of the melodic sound Echoing in humanity’s tenebrous bawl. On my way I see summer’s rose gardens And autumnal look of auburn elegance, But mostly I encounter parched look of life Like a river dry, in the grip of drought-- A depleted look of empty wine bottle, Nothing left to offer, devoid of its buzz. A hidden voice prompts, raising its voice, Asking what the world would be like If it could wipe all tears in mothers’ eyes, And on troubled faces put million smiles And feed the hungry, gripped in strife. Peering now into grieved, disquieting lives It takes me there to war-torn towns— Pointing to a child wandering empty streets Orphaned by someone else’s misdeeds Amid nothingness of abandoned dreams; Asking me angrily how does one restore The flame that blazed in desolate child’s eyes Before they brazenly killed her family… Can you look in her eyes and explain why? Can you dare say she’ll have a normal life? I look for epiphany in epistle of almighty But stumble in hindrance of the ordinary-- Wicked, narrow views of blatant primacy Attempting to justify, but failing miserably. I hear them trumpeting the world as it is Sounding foolish in the world that could be. June 23, 2020 Placed 1st: Reflections in silence poetry contest Sponsor: Silent One