A Season Retreats... Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

A Season Retreats...

Rating: 5.0


As a season ends with no relief from the pangs
Awareness about a nation becomes a burden
The mushrooms of reliefs are dying out fast
With opposite thoughts in conflict...
And the men in the making have begun to shrink a little.

Moving like cockroaches on a slippery floor
They are perhaps returning
The dead forces sharing no equal chemistry...

Sages and beasts begin to look alike
When the soaring prices break the back bone
Of the commoner in plight
They run on the bricks in the sun
Or drift at night on unwrapped voices.

We whisper into an ear invisible and
Every thread of that dialogue
Is on -what is happening to these countries.

The stammering tongues will never tell
The names of the wicked at play
Who always lead them to the pond for drowning
And as their brethren cease crying for SOS
The next season ends and the curtains fall for a while.
We have seen it often! we too say.

Ethics and morals take a back seat
Who was the culprit? Many we see there
The arrested silence has the final laugh!

The same thought comes again and again.
Is the Messiah of the far off land or skies
Still waiting for a signal from an unreliable God
Who had no business making all this mess?
Blasphemy -one calls it! He hides his face then.

The future will soon present a missing link
And the final match will be between
Hope and despair once more.

Thursday, August 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem is about the international scenario of the life of the majority of the people heading for further ruins if the economic recession and inflation are any indication.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 10 September 2014

An amazing and powerful poem Dinesh, you definitely hit home with this one! People have forgotten all about ethics and morals in this day and age, our children have no one to look up to and are lost among the evil ones. Our countries are falling to the terrorists and no one is doing anything, despair is rampant among good people, yet within their silent hearts they pray and try to hope for a total victory over all that is wrong in this world today.

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Geetha Jayakumar 30 August 2014

A powerful write from your pen. Inflation hits the common people. Each day they think something better for tomorrow, but seeing the rising prices, their hope leads to despair. Seeing the inflation rising, we are moving only towards worst, especially if not brought under control or at least not rising further. I loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.

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Valsa George 29 August 2014

The promises made and the hopes induced are again and again broken. The commoners run on bricks in the sun (A very apt expression) Ethics and morals take a back seat. 'The arrested silence has the final laugh'(again a catchy expression) Yes, as you rightly put the final match is between Hope and Despair and we all wait for the match not to come to a draw but to see a clean victory over Despair! ! A very powerful write!

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 28 August 2014

Keeping in view the present predicament of international scenario where in some, wars rule more than hearts, political and economic instability is a natural apprehension...... Dineshji.......we will remain mute spectators to these happenings and be crossing fingers between hope and despair......great write as always........

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