Ruins Of Romance Poem by Himadri Sekhar Mandal

We, the modern mankind,
Never waste time
To stand and stair
At the nature's sight;
Rose withers away in her prime
At the parks of polluted town;
No more nature sublime
Bears her beauty's crown

Yet never we bother
Why nature no longer?
Gives greater birth
To poet Wordsworth;
Neither Keats nor Coleridge
Now comes to bridge,
Link between passions
And the spirit's motion.

Nor today's singer Shelley
Blends his poetic mind,
With wild inspiration
From the west wind;
Are we not blind?
To see the vast sea,
And watch the moonlight
With the mind's eye
Also void of idealism,
Never find we wonder
In the realm of realism
Where wars wander.

Tender night and starry sky
Through the glass of science,
Often for the rational eye
Have lost the strange beauty,
And the trance of romance;
And the vessels of commerce
For the lone sea - farers,
Hasn't pierced the veil
Of mystery and terrors,
With the signal lights and bell.

Sitting on the justice chair,
Never I think of romance
As the sister of suspense,
She springs from ignorance;
But from fear's fair
Rather grows in the ground
Of passion and emotion;
Doth she fly around?
From the horrible hell to heaven
With an eye of imagination.

Himadri Sekhar Mandal

1st sept,16