The World That Lost
The old streets, the old cars
The flowing river that won't stop far
The memories seeking through tears
The old paper ,all tattered and cleared
The music that fills time
The glowing star ,What a divine!
The literature, the song
The jolly old self that never returned
The world dark with humor
The very one that withered
The rose in between the pages
The radiant sun that seeks through the stages
The dancer in an empty stage
All with nothing but courage
The way they knew her
The empty shell that resided
The moon that knew its worth
The earth that breathed life
The tress that now glow with fire
All that now has retired
The pain and wounds of the war
The miseries of the poor
The hunger that dies, withing the souls and the eyes
The braver they were, the lower they dipped into
The depth of the world was hidden in a cage
All that now seemed to be filled with rage
The hatred only knew what it was
The result of the growing cause
Yet lies the little girl
All she knew were few words
Her life in question
Will she falter or answer?
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
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