Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

 Song of Despair

If I could reveal just

One thing, it would

Be this:

Something precious was lost:

The void between money

And power and

That sparkling hour,

Where dreams were

Possible still:

But the black hole

Consumed it like locusts

Crawling up slowly

All over your body.

Between cars and consumption

And material gain,

Something precious was lost:

In this opaque, desperate silence

Which haunts ghosts and phantoms,

And dampens the spirit

Of high voltage lanterns,

Something precious was lost.

Something precious was lost

Between violence and peace,

Where the pretty breeze 

 Roamed and once called home,

Has been reduced to stone.

Something precious was lost

For the bees stopped

Humming their tune,

The birds stopped chirping,

The volcano fell silent,

And the oceans stopped churning,

And the earth stopped rumbling,

Wild fires were burning

And scorched the earth,

The clouds stopped crying

And people started dying,

Left and right,

You could feel the

Tremors shake you,

And heaven forsake you,

The earth gave way

To a new dawn.

Why, you could

Feel it in the air

And hence this

Song of despair.

BIO:

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

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