The Dark Ages

A collage of some incidents as reported on TOI online , in the past 30 days

When friends and family cannot be trusted

When morals and social values are lost

When life is a suffering, equality for none

It is the end, it is the Dark Age all over again!

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The Unnamed Poem

This was written some time back. After constant motivation, I decided to give other poetic genres a try. This is again another experiment in poetry. I hope it is satisfactory for the audience. However, I shall beg mercy for not being able to name this venture.Hope it is good.

Long as the shadows grow,

A ragged figure crouches down

Oft I have seen him bend and break

A pile of papers for a bed, dirt his crown.

A smile so infectious, he waves,

Yet the kid scoots, searching eyes hidden away.

Disgusted, seems the baker across,

Locking the wares, a closure to his day.

The banker invades the old man’s land,

Treads the insignificant with calm and ease.

The smile undying, still ; Pass as you will,

He never complains, but joyfully shares a piece.

Secrets spill out , he pulls out a wrapper

A forager’s victory , his eyes shine bright

Contentment in each morsel, the counted few

I see ,as I draw my curtains close for the night.