But Alas! The Trees were not humming
In search of peace, in search of bliss
To relive magic in the city I often miss
I ventured into my beloved forest of the old
Where time seemed like it always was on hold
Besides the pond, behind the burial ground
Beneath the sparkling skies, I wanted to hear the humming of the trees
Swaying rhythmically to the left or to the right
So sprightly like a ballerina in full flight
Pleasantly overwhelmed by the sight,
My heart fluttered in remembrance of those adolescent nights
As I waited to hear the soft singing
But Alas! the trees were not humming
All I could hear was deathly screeching
Dazed and confused I went further
And as my myopic vision became clearer
What looked like rhythm was an assortment of chaos
Parched dirt, chopped oaks, and burnt willows
Withered leaves, dry stumps and diseased trunks
Illuminated by the fires from the nearby industrial junks
I looked up expecting to awaken from the devil's nightmare
But no sight of the blue wonder above only bloody smoke flares
Besides the pond a bunch of masked devils reeking of ill-gained wealth
Wishing each other more affluence and good health
With a wounded heart and tearful eyes
I slowly trudged back in to the reality of hell masked and covered in ash
About this poem
The poet's thought process while writing this poem: What he meant was trees emit ultrasonic sounds, which only a person with supernatural abilities can hear. So it's a kind of hint that the poet can either connect with the supernatural or he is dreaming.
Written on June 01, 2021
Submitted by aurovind200 on August 05, 2021
Modified by aurovind200 on August 05, 2021
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABBXX CCCXDDD EEXXXA XXFFXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,196 |
Words | 217 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 7, 6, 6 |
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