Who could have known
Dreams would lie shattered
Human life no longer mattered –
Last breath sighed on their own.
Insulated, disconnected or isolated
Behind thin masks and stone walls
Or hollow, emptied shopping malls
Meanwhile we’re all being mutated
To a future that is unprecedented
Just a passing ship
But you drew my attention
A lush view of life
In the winds of change
Stand your ground and look forward
To the flush of dawn
I heard their silence
in the winds of discontent,
echoes joining in
the growing chorus.
Hoarse coughs and splutters,
cleared blocked passages.
Throttled resonance
found strange bedfellows.
Aching moans and groans
rose in harmonious howls.
Dissenting voices
rising in the air,
leaving trails of dust
on the graves of buried bones.
New songs composed
for fresh winds of change.
I heard those voices,
recognizing yours and mine-
no longer silent
in the breaking dawn.
It’s like the tease of the first spring rain,
permeating the air. Trying hard to contain
the anticipation, sigh of relief, pressure valve release,
As her fragrance latches onto the wafting breeze.
That wonderful feeling of walking away!
A muted sense of peace at the end of the day,
not looking back, liberated from steel chains.
Revving up the engine, is all that remains.
As the sun gives her blessings to close the day,
Night time whispers a promise as you bow to pray.
When dawn ushers in a burgeoning sunrise,
you are certain to receive a gift-wrapped surprise.
So much lighter now, without the cumbersome baggage
of the sugar-coated smiles, disguised barbed words to ravage.
Retreating unholy thoughts, forgotten anger to replace
With a wild surrender to magnanimous freedom in space!
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