Friday, December 7, 2012

The Fall




Bare and bereft
More than our land
We keep our conscience
With which we live
Fighting and fencing
The ground under our feet
Saving not a twig or leaf
We eye them all
Swallow and swill
In the name of need
For our deed of greed
On one last day
Under our own oblivion
Not slow but soon
Only the last tree
Shall stand tall
With all its green
In pride, in preen
While the last man
Amongst us shall fall
In life more than death
For what we all have been

-R-

PS 1: 300 is an awesome number is what I realized with this post :-)

PS 2:  This poem is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

6 comments:

Ankit Mahato said...

short and powerful
:)

Also check out my entry
http://ankitmahato.blogspot.in/2012/12/i-am-last-tree.html

Divinity Malshe said...

you are an amazing poet... http://whatiluvv.blogspot.in/

Raksha Bhat said...

Thank you very much:)

a gal in city said...

Yes I agree with last two comments you are a good poet...

vinisha shah said...

awesomely written :)

Raksha Bhat said...

@ a gal in city & vinisha: thank you so much :)