More Reflections Recited
AN EPITAPH
Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long, how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when, will ego bend the knee,
the victim is not me
my friend, my friend,it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly sounds,our culture's death knell.
YESTERDAY
Where are our
yesterdays
here today
gone tomorrow-
a page in history
oftime forgotten,
the past buried-
fragments
of memory
unearthed by a voice
a song
a photograph-
lived again
through a sepia lens
ACROSS A ROOM
Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;
A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;
Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.
Listen to me read these poems on youtube under name ichthyschiro
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