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Monday, 4 June 2012

The Lake


Where have the gulls flown
There flapping's now unknown
Where have the dolphins sailed
To stranger waves they have fled


Why don't I see the ducks 
Where've swum their flocks
Where have the pisces gone
The boats and the oars forlorn


Why the sun sets without 
The dusk songs of the mahout
Why can't I see the water reflect
The joy it once exuded


Why the melody eludes
Does it sense the shrewds
What robbed the lady of her charm
When she was promised no harm


When I walk the shores
I travel to the befores
When a delight it'd offer
Of the various bliss in its coffer 


Forsaken it stands
Once a pride of our lands
Then it strikes my mind
Like an ant bite in my hind


We came to cherish
We planned to flourish
Latent garners were to be made
In the name of nature's serenade


We went from slow to ceaseless
We spared nothing in the place
The very reason why we came
We murdered in the name of the game


I spent my days in its splash
Became a victim to the rash
After ages I awake
To the loss of that lake

9 comments:

  1. " Forsaken it stands
    Once a pride of our lands
    Then it strikes my mind
    Like an ant bite in my hind"...Ah! what a pity, in the name of development, we are destructing the beautiful world...:(((
    Very well penned.

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  2. WEll written! What we do in the name of sport, and leave back nothing! Amazing post!

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  3. very true. we really are the losers all the way. i hope people realize that and start reversing the damage we have caused our planet and our civilization. loved the read, anupam.

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  4. a heart wrecking reality of our times... nice poem !!

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  5. It was a nice read... keep them coming

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  6. this is really a master piece , Anupam ..

    loved from the beginning till end

    "I spent my days in its splash
    Became a victim to the rash
    After ages I awake
    To the loss of that lake"

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  7. We called water, 'JEEVAN' - Life - in Indic tongues. But over years we desecrated water, particularly in this age of progress.
    Your poem is touching.

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