Turning back the pages,
the lost book of light,
a torn picture of this place,
dusted with time.
Where the sparrows chirped,
and cuckoo sang in the daylight,
is now barren,
and wrapped in the city lights.
The smell of the soil, where
walked freely in the garden,
is now a desert,
blazed and molten.
Where the flowers blossomed,
and danced into the sunset,
are now lost,
somewhere beneath the surface.
The people shared smiles,
the pain and the grief,
all that’s left now is,
the loneliness and the lost peace.
Where the houses were scenic,
and painted around lush greenery,
have turned into skyscrapers,
carved out of heartless stones and machinery.
The wells and clay pots,
were enough to defeat the heat,
now embarks there,
the intoxication and desperate needs.
Where the rains were abundant,
and ran the cool breeze,
lies now is a dry picture
of plague and disease.
Sitting here,
looking out of the window,
there is a hurting silence,
and a feeling of lost hope.
The sun,
hides behind the walls,
it stabs,
and watches my tears fall.
It feels,
I never belonged here,
the memories are torn,
and those people have banished.
The loneliness,
knocks on the door,
trying to occupy the corners,
where once happiness resided.
Image by Ulrike Leone (user:ulleo) from Pixabay
Synopsis: A poem about past, present, and contrast between the two. It highlights the changes brought by commercialization and how it has impacted our lives.
PENNED BY
AYUSH PANDYA
(AUTHOR – THE UNPRECEDENTED CULT)
