17 august 2014
A GREEK TRAGEDY
Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.
A timeless truth separates the charm from lies,
and I long for the generosity of past
which could connect us to future.
A flame burns the eyes.
When we took the wrong road?
Still the fever is rising.
Gods sneak into our affairs.
A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow,
the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched.
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