Posted by Durlabh Singh. on November 25, 19100 at 20:18:56:
In Reply to: The Silence of Desire - The House of Bernada Alba Deadline 9/11/00 posted by A Hunger Artist Gallery on July 01, 19100 at 22:08:06:
FAILURE.
Isolated tentative in rosy tower
Sublime detached observer of success
Making its own life and time
Swallowing in one long yawn all the glories
Keen scented existence and sanctified its rewards
Cut off from the masters & futilifying the slaves
Giving a disdain look to posterity and its pards
Ignoring punctuality with a haughty look
But the huge mountains with discordant chords
Under the mantles they take refuge huddling
And you like a mother carry a pail for orphans
Poor and disrepute banished against the drift
The filth the pathos the ordinary drowsiness
The blind beggar the woman in rags
The furtive individual who lives kicking away
From the encroaching collectivity of the age
Greater than success sublimer than wealth
Tender as futile love wended as the god divine
Accepting person as a person without duly
In betterment or development of the suppressed
Piecing and embalming the wounded tendrils
The one who dropped out of the marathon or left
Afraid outraged by greedy convinces of haughty
And the hispid who tried to set a trap.
Look that blind beggar huddled under the bridge
His guttered life a heart longing for paradise
But in hell it seeks its forgetfulness
Of life’s bitter dregs deep and canine
Under shadows of blown husk and the pathos
Enduring the wants and unrewarded labours
Discredited and shredded on the runnel heaps
By those of pampered living & easy of shrouds
Hearts will come to you and extend your arm
To pick a mutilated corpse a rose or a thorn.