Burning flowers, running water,
A chirping bird, a sweet breeze,
Rustling trees, smiling school kids,
A sun rise, a charming eve and an unknown nostalgia -
You deem the world to be a perfect one
And eulogise the life therein.
Images not so kind flash across the mind
And the green planet turns turtle.
Plastic butterflies, dying rivers,
Homeless winged beauties, an Andrew,
A wildfire, hungry and forsaken children,
A melting glacier, an eve in adam`s guise and a known dejection -
I turn pensive and strike off your lines
And you begin to call me a pessimist.
Poetry unusual and unseen written ever remain unread
And the odd planet just revolves on the orbit.
Perceptions young become old,
Regrets intimated kill the wrongs,
And the magic of a fascination drives life forward.
Somewhere in the inner chambers of the mind
A parasite lives and triumphs
Over those days of captivity in Mother`s womb.
There floats a cloud promising a shower
But the gusts of the close future roar....
M.D DINESH NAIR
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perceptions-5/
