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
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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.
ReplyDelete@lolamouse: That's a painting done by a friend. I'll surely pass on the message to her :)
ReplyDeleteHave 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...
aawsome is the word brother u r gifted 1..:)
ReplyDelete@coolsaurav: Thanks a lot, bro... Hope to see you around here. Cheers...
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