I sting like a wretched lifeless
disturbing nostalgia
As my legacy is ruined by mocking
creations,
Of surviving richness and dying
consciousness!
My splendour and purity has been torn
and
Stripped time and again by lustful
audiences
Of illustrious and mortal beings –
defining divinity
As my existence and deliberately marauding
me!
They who swear by me, compel their
vicious
Ignorance on my clean and chaste flow… Still
I give life to many breasts!
Songs of lament surround me,
Whilst people defecate and mar my soul;
Alive emotions and stereotyped
passions
Plunge me into despair.
Flashes of bliss – ashes, fire,
corpses flow in me,
And the ceremonial outer trappings
Of industries and machines disrobe my
sanctity…
They create a façade of purity and
piousness!
Curtailed by artificial boundaries,
their
Reflection imbibes an ornamentation
of false pride;
As I ponder on the loss of unrequited
love
For my decaying dignity, as it
bothers none today.
Blessed? Cleansed? …
Rajdeep Pathak
March 21, 2014
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