Withering Dreams Poem by Mahadevan Krishnan

Withering Dreams

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A port city
Its’ glory now engraved in history
Struggles to provide the few
Once glorified by vessels

A deserted township
Its’ hopes now dashed
Tainted walls and dead streets
Evidence of the past

A child cycles in solitude
His frolics amidst a ghastly township
Rust smeared feet and wheels
While mother is at her chores

Machines hum from the old port
Filling the mid-morning ambience
As the lonely boy pedals up-street
The port lives amidst its death.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A family now strives in contrast to the prosperity of the past. An abundant life had turned arid and desolate. “Vessels” that once signified abundance never were permanent.

“Rust smeared feet and wheels” bring about an understanding of the dreams and aspirations which are gradually corroding. The mother lives through the day, ignorant of the world beyond the four walls. Unable to nurture her child with the required supplements towards achievement, his aspirations lie dormant eventually fading. The child is a loner living in ignorance without a direction, shrouded in emptiness though in the past he was assured of his bearings.

The “hum of the old port” signify the echoes of the once a joyous and a prosperous family in contrast to the gloomy and uncertain present and future.

The boy pursuing with his life is ignorant not knowing what the future has in spare for him. Though he may be assumingly working his way upwards, the future may however be bleak.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ibnu Din Assingkiri 03 October 2013

A well written poem that is communicating with readers. I am hoping that Maha will be the 'voice' of his generation. Well done my friend. :)

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