Under Your Nose

Under Your Nose short poem

Photo by fabrisalvetti

Dividing bridges in the grimace of time,
Earth peeled and uprooted in a perfidious chime,
Upholstery of ashes do perplex the sun,
Blurry vision does escape the wanton hun,
Moon braces for the evening sun,
Cradle of concrete that once careened,
Cherubic baby with lullabies of green,
Slovenly animals dance to the perils of extinction,
Slaughtered families with no child of soft dissension,
Parakeet hums of sombre portending,
Buried under the casket of variegated bingeing,
Dilapidated sky with holes charred and dowdy,
Breeze free from the fetters of rhapsody,
Of the billowing tribe in chains of gold,
Freedom and purpose an extraneous hold,
Search inimical and lost to the telling soprano,
Singing breath rendered to smokes of the evening Bo,
Valleys flattened and Mother in tatters,
Bellicose scattered and the Alluvium dream shattered,
Grass metamorphosed to grey and water of tungsten,
Brandished children in breeds of singleton,
We hold the jewels that our forefathers interred,
In bags of bones and easily deciphered,
Under the nose in pastel nooks of time,
God’s ubiquitous abound in simple dulcet rhyme,
Free and transcending the gangling crime.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Neeshant Srivastava

Neeshant Srivastava

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Neeshant Srivastava was born on the 23rd of June 1974 in the small East Indian town of Dharbhanga. He was evolved as a poet and prose writer over a period of more than ten years. He was also a freelance writer for some time and was considered an exemplary writer. He would love to share some of his work.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

Under The Shadows

Under The Shadows short poem

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

Under The Night Sky

Under The Night Sky prose poem

As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to

Under Your Spell

Under Your Spell prose poem

The closer I get to you the further you push me away what did I ever do but love you but deep down inside I know you’d kill for me ‘cuz you swore on a solstice night I was the

A Dream Under The Lamppost

A Dream Under The Lamppost long poem

lying down under the Lamppost looking up counting on stars its dark lonely midnight, falling asleep dreamy night he appears from the shadows, Misha wonders, , , , , , stranger or friend? he draws nearer cold breath shaking hands

Under The Same Stars

Under The Same Stars short poem

As I say goodnight, I remember before I sleep, Those good times we spent, so intense and so deep, Brings pain to know that it’s all over now, There’s no us anymore and I ask myself how, You changed the