Remains Unheard

Through the ages the Earth’s reply is unheard

Suitable questions never arise from dread and fear

Every night the dreams disappear in a world absurd

Morning’s brightness does reflect on a life austere

As dawn turns into chaos, rest of the feelings aren’t heard

Selfish fear and loathsome behaviour impales like a spear

For lack of imaginations the profound silence is stirred

The inconsistencies limit the rhythm of a beautiful sphere

Birds cannot express joy because Spring is deferred

Youth will never know the Earth’s reply from there

Contradictions turn to conflicts and sanity is blurred

Bane is the vanity that shrouds broken world in despair

~Amitav