A Mingled Tale

The foliage unruffled, the tree trunks utterly baffled The reign of darkness all along A nightly hoot of owl, the occasional growl Of a tiger bold and strong The silence of night, the crescent moon’s light A play of light and dark The serene nature sleeps a strange fever creeps The homebound wings of a lark An eerie silence reigns in the forest now. A few huts of people living in this forest Can be seen at the distance. The faint light spilled Through the roofs is busy in hiding its scantiness; Though darkness and silence of the forest are extending A sympathetic hand to it. A baby cries, its mother cradles The new-found affection gently, gently, it is bound to be Lulled into sleep whereas all the leaping flames Circle the mother and baby in an enchanted dance The morning glows in stranger shine. The ferny floor All teeming with greedy shadows; the day shows the door Of immeasurable wealth; they tread invisible ways To usurpation, primitive hands fail to prevent Modern cormorants and voracious sharks in complete sway Timeline Corpses of trees mutilated arms, legs and breasts bear proof to genocide Timeline Huge bulldozers mechanical drone flourish of contemptuous tide Timeline Herds of cattle lead an impeccable people’s exodus Timeline The forest relegates into history, a state-of-the art mall shows its class ………… Timeline
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Chakrabarty Avatar
November 16, 2014 at 7:42 AM
I am scared of these Timelines. They are really happening all in the name of progress- an eerie silence of bulldozers. Love and take care Prasenjit XXXXXX rajat
Banerjee Avatar
November 17, 2014 at 8:30 AM
Thanks, Rajatda, don't you think Timeline in FB really stole our peace and joy which we used to obtain in our 'simple' yesteryears? Prasenjit
Nunez Avatar
November 15, 2014 at 10:25 PM
Charming picture so calm at night, gave way to something with such fright, people and herd with nowhere to go, why does materialism seduce us so? I feel your poem so much! New friend, Kim Patrice :)
Banerjee Avatar
November 16, 2014 at 4:59 AM
Hello, Kim, it's gratifying to have such a nice comment. Hope you will get time to check out my other works too. Thanks... Prasenjit
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