Trampled Dreams

And the weeping
ashoka like willow, bends down
to pick up the poverty
of Buddha.

You walk in sombre
mood― to reflect on
the improbability of human

Why did you go to
beat others in race?
Intend to get the authority?

In uncharted sea
the empire would float the
coat of arms, ruling on the waves.

A soldier dies without
fighting. Hail the victory of

A sculpture was wrapped
in bloodied shroud.


  • C E Thomas

    This conveys emotions I can't really pin down. I like it a lot. Thank you

  • L. B. Mek

    profound words, that express
    such raw incredulity, at the sheer
    diabolic status, of our society's morally bankrupt hypocrisy..
    a great write!
    thank you, Guru

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