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