A Flower Withered Somewhere....

A flower withered somewhere,
While the night,
Without any care...

Flames shoot up,
Reached for the ebon skies.
The passers-by

Crimson earth reflected,
In the night sky
tears of blood scorched
Honest eyes.

Questions long forgotten
Raised their ugly heads
Wheels of time paused
A dreadful faux pas

Indeed, humanity died
Many a death that night
While few raged,
A defenseless fight
Against life....

A flower withered somewhere,
Marked the history books
In colors of shame and pain
Innocence lost,
On the altar of greed

While we remained,
witness mute
To this carnage

Flames burnt that night
Brightly orange
Or was it our sensibility?
vagrant and deranged...

by Meena Iyer

Comments (2)

Hi Meena, A very striking poem. I presume its based on Terrorism. Please enlighten me... Regards, BHARAT TRIVEDI
Brillient Meena. Especially the 6th one is excellent. very well composed. sathya narayana