At every dawn the blackness of dripping night
Fades and fades till the sleep is dead
And the earth wins just a moral nothingness
Beyond the regrets of inspired sermons!
She lives for a while as ever.
During the recession of all thoughts now past
The psyche was rooted once more
From the deep and topless mud homes
Dust had to now spread the message
Of a truce preferred for ever.
All the Off-springs were preoccupied
In their spiral career amassing the dollars,
You could feel sorry but you couldn't get the sleep,
As the core-feelings flee from you
Through the windows of an ailing house.
A cloud softens again in the eyes
That have once seen the truth manifold
The wronged truth today has created, you see
An apartheid in ranks of candles
Which burn when the Sun has gone hiding.
Inner pain gropes towards between eyes.
You survive by the whispers of absolute bliss
And your dreary years have to witness these ordeals
Looking back becomes a sequential text of faded print
As you begin to out pour the anguish of a season!
M.D Dinesh Nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anguish-of-a-season/
