At every dawn the blackness of dripping night <br />Fades and fades till the sleep is dead <br />And the earth wins just a moral nothingness <br />Beyond the regrets of inspired sermons! <br />She lives for a while as ever. <br /> <br />During the recession of all thoughts now past <br />The psyche was rooted once more <br />From the deep and topless mud homes <br />Dust had to now spread the message <br />Of a truce preferred for ever. <br /> <br />All the Off-springs were preoccupied <br />In their spiral career amassing the dollars, <br />You could feel sorry but you couldn't get the sleep, <br />As the core-feelings flee from you <br />Through the windows of an ailing house. <br /> <br />A cloud softens again in the eyes <br />That have once seen the truth manifold <br />The wronged truth today has created, you see <br />An apartheid in ranks of candles <br />Which burn when the Sun has gone hiding. <br /> <br />Inner pain gropes towards between eyes. <br />You survive by the whispers of absolute bliss <br />And your dreary years have to witness these ordeals <br />Looking back becomes a sequential text of faded print <br />As you begin to out pour the anguish of a season!<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anguish-of-a-season/
