When we failed the angel

By

Randeep Wadehra

roses in sunset die
atop griped grasshoppers
we invent our memories
cause thunderstorms
darken our vision
as hot breeze sweeps
rooftops in the dusk
above the ruins
a bespectacled angel
appears in the sky
seems strangely near
watches dogs
chewing roasted limbs
in blazing streets
waves his bamboo-wand
nothing happens
warped reflections
just keep getting uglier
fading light flares
the forgotten tombs
begins to die
sizzling droplets
fall off skies
into dark streams
roses continue to die
atop grasshoppers
writhing on black grass
shadows whisper
the guardian angel’s
forgotten wisdom
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 As poet I feel I must occasionally hit hard and make the readers think. It may not create changes immediately but will introduce/strengthen the impulse to do so.

Randeep Wadehra | August 17, 2010

 Wow.......... Dark very dark.......How does it change...... if i'm not being too demanding

Davinder | August 17, 2010