Here lies Poetry
pallid
blanched
with a twinge of pain
in the bed of boredom
and not
in a dilapidated grave
but yet
on the verge
of a living death!
Beauty waning down,
her aesthetics
poetics
ignored
by self-centric minds
preoccupied
with growing materialism
that tends to eat
into the vitals of heart
values of life,
sense and sensibility...
For all the good feelings
the positive vibes
of human life
are hell-bent
on drifting away
from humane humanity
rendering
poetry damn deprived.
