Thursday, July 1, 2010

Aborginal Quest

The creamy sludge on dirty waters,
that streamed across some homes;
there lived some souls motioned,
by the waters surrounding the charioteer's domes.

Streaks of sunlight, shone the sweat,
on the worker's neck;
as amidst summer skies and scorch,
ruined remains of the bird's peck.

The thoroughfare seemed not loved
no more, no men walked it through;
and all around lay weed growing,
on lands that once let thoughts brew.

The lone step rested today,
looking for the joy, sol lost;
the reason why, in human form,
dance of death, among infants boast.

Theirs was the nation so filled,
with freedom and wealth of smiles;
how did the weather uproar violent,
and change the valley to cries for miles.




© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

3 comments:

Suvi said...

once there was love..
now there is hatred..

Alone.. worthless.. in an unfriendly environment..

there are no smiles..
there is no joy!..

another masterpiece!

ecstatic shimmeR said...

thanks for calling it a masterpiece even though I'm no way near one as of now.. but its good to see you drop by now and then.. :)
thanks

Suvi said...

i like your writings.. no need to thank.. thank your talent!.. LoL!