1 Alone
STATUE
Lifeless it stood,
Embodiment of quietitude;
A statue colossal,
Engraved in marble,
The work so splendid!!
A lady stood candid;
Art seemed senile;
All but futile,
Yet was inanimate -!!!
Was it its fate ?
The lady stood candid,
Even in the frigid,
The visage had glamour,
Eyes –the fervor;
Insultingly futile;
Though apparently
It endured solemnly,
The mundane agony;
Witnessing it silently.
Then at closer glance,
Me seemed to listen,
The statue's palpitations-
Baffled but stubborn!!
I tried to pursue -;
And noticed the altered hue.
It turned livid, vivacious!!-
Myself startled yet joyous!!
She looked with piteous eyes,
Invigorating the throbbing noise:
Breaking the icy silence;
She began restoring patience,
You seem to be laden;
Timid-n-feeble with burden,
Aren't the folks being ill-treated??
Scorned, slandered, suppressed-;
How long will they endure??
Resisting their tear-
Every bit of transgression,
Reason-n-fault –women???
Since time and now,
I've had placid view;
Her sighs! Lamentation- ;
Tears and self –consolation,
Thrusts of isolation -;
Amidst intimation;
Lost valour, strength,
Unable to recollect;
She breathes, has she –
Life and vivacity???!!
Overwhelmed and mute!
Ah! Her words were acute:
Her sympathetic tone ,
My heart she'd won:
I couldn't refrain...…..,
Inquisitiveness of mine,
So I enquired –
Her identity disguised!!!
My words made her frail;
Was I on my part vile?!!
I could clearly descry!
Her faded mind –n-watery eye;
Thoughts eclipsing words;
Her words couldn't be heard
I longed in desperation -!
A brief explanation;
Curiosity heightening,
A pause and a beginning;
Her face turned pale,
Narrating a medieval tale;
II
She pointed across;
The mountain tops!
There was a town –
Called –the devon's down!!
She was a peasant's lass,
As glib as glass;
A simpleton, pretty,
Mirthful yet witty;
Worked in the field,
That gave a high yield.
Then…she narrated!
Piteous yet aggravated -:
She implored sincerely;
Let no one dastardly,
Be vanquished by fate;
Sanity, esteem, emotion-!
Are our prized possessions?
Robbed of anyone!
Our life is undone.
Are all pretentious?
Unfair, rapacious-!
Trust if asked;
Faces painted, masked;
None can fathom;
Their depth, intention.
Worthy wise words,
That always floods,
It's hard to recognize;
A person in disguise.
It was steady , plain,
But couldn't sustain-;
The gust, trepidation,
That led to vain.
Compelled to lose?
Condemned, abused:
Damn me!!!
Had I lost - !!
Life, birth, fate;
All indeed intricate.
I was still alive -!!
Betrayed not by life ;
My heart .....had ceased,
Thoughts did teased;
The mind t'was craxed;
My sentiments axed!
I had turned inanimate;
Was it its fate?
I was lost in oblivion;
As I heard her narration-
She said – since then!
Only you are the one who seemed to
perchance ;
Take a closer glance -;
I was mentally dead,
Had only instinct of hatred ;
Encased-n-sculptured:
Lonesome yet tortured;
Bereft of any goal-;
A Bruised soul!!!!
