Ages Around the Sun

In the mirror of time I do not see the foot prints of years

I have seen trees shedding their leaves about 60 times

I have also seen hunger dribbling its drops of sweat

from the first bicycle entering my village to

Man setting his feet on the moon

I have seen the entire span of

Man’s journey in this century

I dreamt that this century would see

A new sky showering drizzles of stars

on a new country

But alas! what did I see?

I have seen down pour

of bombs from Paris to Pearl Harbor

I have seen gushing floods of human blood

Inundating those very two rivers Which gave birth to the Sumerian civilization.

I have also seen great monuments of humanity being reduced to shambles.

My words of anguish streamed into newspapers to become Headlines

I am now not left with many years nor tears

I now see the foot prints of time

Is this the fruit of mother earth revolving around the sun for so many ages?

I now see history facing this question.

Betrayed by Century

Lo! We hear the faltering footsteps of man

Clutching at the walls of temples

Shedding streams of blood

He is coming

In the shades of those walls where

The crestfallen god is lying in pools of tears

Falling and holding on to those walls

Man is coming swerving and swooning on those walls he is coming

Pitying himself for his own helplessness

Carrying on the shoulder the iron boulder of time

He is coming

Seeing the clouds of dust of the falling edifices of exiting centuries

Anxiously looking for the unrisen dawns

Heart rent sunshines, restless winds and rains moaning with melancholy

We were left with them as our kin

At the turn of the century we are left the betrayed--

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To toast this age,

One evening I lifted my glass and saw

In the wine shadows of falling leaves

Hopes fading every minute, as stars by dawn-

This age has filled living breath with sighs-