The sacred fire smoulders fast turning its witness false.
the uncared hymns of the priest melt unnoticed in the fragrant smoke; the holy books keep silent and negotiations for metals and notes go on;
they never observe the heart that can feel and always is never spoken to!
yes, there’s another impressario, businessing in the dark folds of night occupying a bag of flesh unwilling, with the old, oft misused licence-card proclaiming the right of his possession!
Dr.Vijay Koganti has been publishing poetry in English and Telugu for a long time. Apart from being a poet, Dr.Vijay is a short story writer and a critic.
Today’s pandora box is possessed, spirits within are legion, living bogeys are numerous, ever so often drunk, every day pandora hypnotizes followers, 24/7 pandora mesmerizes- adherents- making billions addicted to vacuum tube. Ancient gods- mild or ferocious- pandora has rebranded,
A New Dawn Justice Eluded her But she was On Run Till last gasp But soon surrounded The foul air Lies and deceit Confusion thicken With Past ,pre past links of delinked Whither the path? Now energy lost Treading forward
Count your blessings you’re still here it’s 2018 another wonderous year. 2017 has passed us by ain’t it truly funny how time can really fly. Was 2017 a scream or just routine? Did it make you hoot and holler, kept
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied
This day of sixty fruitful weeks shadow pristine relics of bundled keepsakes adorned in obsolete gazettes of passing snow storms, puppy training and next door’s junk mail. Transition logs re-call six states, five military orders, four duty stations, six rusted
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2 Comments on "The New Epithalamion"
A cerebral poem. Good cadence. I liked it.
Thank you Alok