The Monument

I dream, in the city of walls

The ones that crumble

The ones that fall

At my feet, they lay still

Stones and sand and mortar

Stripped of their beauty

They lay bare, and silent

Forgotten by man, reclaimed by the untamed

Made wild by time

Over eons and a hundred years

As inch by inch that tree grew

Amongst its nurtured care

Till the day it stood, proud and strong

On the land where once stood

That mighty wall

Till the cracks ran deep

And the rain trickled down

Eating away stone

Planting seeds of life where it ran

Little by little, the seeds take root

Little by little, the leaves unfurl

Little by little, the plants bloom

Little by little, the walls are forgotten

Where once they stood with pride

They stand today, stripped away

And Man, the creator of that forgotten boundary

Moves off to find a new way

~

Comments

  1. lolamouseAugust 19, 2011 at 3:17 AM

    I love the image you used for your poem. Your words are lovely and capture the impermanence of man's work compared to the timelessness of nature. Beautifully written.

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  2. Arnab MajumdarAugust 19, 2011 at 4:45 AM

    @lolamouse: That's a painting done by a friend. I'll surely pass on the message to her :)

    Have you seen 'Storm' by Tim Minchin? There's a line there that talks about the impernanence of man and his work, goes something like "... I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant bit of carbon. I have one life, and it is short, and unimportant."

    Makes sense, doesn't it?

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  3. coolsauravAugust 19, 2011 at 5:24 AM

    aawsome is the word brother u r gifted 1..:)

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  4. Arnab MajumdarAugust 19, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    @coolsaurav: Thanks a lot, bro... Hope to see you around here. Cheers...

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