See the foreground: dark, barren and grey
A stockpile of hue: scattered astray
Could be a war, an awakening, defiance or play
Welcome home: good to see you today
Look around you, but try not to glare
Panorama is horrific; aesthetics is rare
Empathy is now a stranger, so be aware
Trust only yourself – you’re the only one fair
There are no starry nights, not since they strayed
The last breath of symphony is miles away
Friends turned foes: it’s been like this for days
No basking in the moonlight, not with you anyway
They say you betrayed them; put them on a spell
Your veneer of friendship was just another shell
A façade, a persona you feigned so well
All those lost years in the outskirts of hell
They say you got rotund, but emaciated they stayed
You didn’t notice, didn’t ask, nor cared
Rich were your wells, but you didn’t share
And, left them in thirst! But, they are now aware
I am glad my friends that you are now aware
But, drop the grudges, bitterness, hatred and swear
My wells were there, but no drinks to spare
Those tears of my little ones I could not bear
This life of bustles, clamor and polluted air
Made me rotund and ruined in health and care
But, now I am aware, and have begun to care
And willing and wise to create a haven for you out there
Uncertain, this life: eternity escaped in lowly affairs
But, we are innocent of our forebears
We hail from the desert, you and me here
Hopes of plantations were never there
Unblessed and barren: this land of ours
Left unattended by the masters in high towers
Are for us to build for days and hours
This garden of variegated flowers
Come, my friends, starry nights will shine
Again for you and I to refine
The symphony and beats of our chorused rhymes
A plantation for all – for eternal times
In empathy we will now trust as fair
The celebrated virtue of our lair
Panorama of hope and solidarity divine
Our aesthetic foreground will eternally shine
You and I will together shine
You and I will together shine
You can certainly see your enthusiasm in the paintings you write. The world hopes for more passionate writers like you who are not afraid to mention how they believe. All the time go after your heart. “Billy Almon has all of his inlaw and outlaws here this afternoon.” by Jerry Coleman.
Thank you for your compliments, Luna and abc.
Nice poem, quite thought provoking and wonderfully written. I would say, you are good at poetry as well. Keep it up.
😆 relly wounderful
Thank you for your comments and suggestions, Nepali Kanchi, Shreeya and nishchal. I forgot to mention that it’s a pahadi’s request to the madhesis and armed groups to unite for the nation’s cause.
this is good poem.
mm.. i liked u better when u wrote opinions… poetry doesnt quite seem ur cup of tea.. as it is mine.. cud never write a good poen.. sounded more like rhymes than really a poem.. nevertheless .. decent try.
Great piece of work..!!! Well Done!!
Keep on writing..
—Nepali Kanchi