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In the concrete jungle of man
Where the trees are coated
By the dust and carbon emissions
Of the city and when the spring failed
To visit the garden in its own season?
~*~
In the city of man in spite of millions
Of people are buzzing about
Time has the upper hand
And it is only the voice of time
That is heard super-ceding
All the millions of voices of men.
It descends on the chest of man
Like an iron eagle of gigantic shape
And ruthlessly throttles man's voice.
I am therefore to fly away in search
My own green hills of silence where
Trees are the saints of love!
~*~
Among these beautiful hills
There are no days and dates
Time, which chased me
To this place, collapsed, unable
To follow me through the leafy
Melodious labyrinths of the hills.
Strange trees, Strange flowers,
Strange birds, Strange waterfalls,
Smiling and defiant beautiful hills
And immense solitude, that sleeps
In the heart of hills; all colluded
And wove a magical web of silence
In which, Time was caught
Like a tiny fly and met
Its perfect death.
How wonderful the silence
Of the green hills is?
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* IN A WEB OF SILENCE *

Contributed by venkat on Tuesday, 20th April 2010 @ 04:54:09 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

How can a cuckoo sing its song
In the concrete jungle of man
Where the trees are coated
By the dust and carbon emissions
Of the city and when the spring failed
To visit the garden in its own season?
~*~
In the city of man in spite of millions
Of people are buzzing about
Time has the upper hand
And it is only the voice of time
That is heard super-ceding
All the millions of voices of men.
It descends on the chest of man
Like an iron eagle of gigantic shape
And ruthlessly throttles man's voice.
I am therefore to fly away in search
My own green hills of silence where
Trees are the saints of love!
~*~
Among these beautiful hills
There are no days and dates
Time, which chased me
To this place, collapsed, unable
To follow me through the leafy
Melodious labyrinths of the hills.
Strange trees, Strange flowers,
Strange birds, Strange waterfalls,
Smiling and defiant beautiful hills
And immense solitude, that sleeps
In the heart of hills; all colluded
And wove a magical web of silence
In which, Time was caught
Like a tiny fly and met
Its perfect death.
How wonderful the silence
Of the green hills is?

Copyright © venkat ... [ 2010-04-20 04:54:09]
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Re: * IN A WEB OF SILENCE * (User Rating: 1 )
by duff on Tuesday, 20th April 2010 @ 11:19:27 AM AEST
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There is a profound message that stirs in this write and overall a very nice piece.

U/E

Re: * IN A WEB OF SILENCE * (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Thursday, 22nd April 2010 @ 04:13:21 AM AEST
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Stopped me in my tracks and really made me think how man corrupts his entire environment, sadly for the worse.
Powerful message indeed in here.
Nature is wonder, yet we still find ways to destroy it.

Steve

Re: * IN A WEB OF SILENCE * (User Rating: 1 )
by RAJNANDY on Monday, 21st June 2010 @ 10:24:14 PM AEST
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YES DEAR FRIEND , I LIVE IN ONE SUCH CONCRETE JUNGLE , ASIA'S BIGGEST SUB-CITY CALLED DWARKA (SW DELHI)
VERY LITTLE GREEN COVER , WHERE THE RAIN CLOUDS ARE HESITANT TO TO HALT -
AS WE EXPERIENCE 44DEGREES OF SUMMER'S HEAT ! A WELL WRITTEN POEM !
-Raj Nandy

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