Mahanand Sharma

Poesy’s Power

The pride of spring is smashed by drying spells
Of burning summer; winter’s freezing power,
Destroying by warming, melting spring; the hell
Of summer’s heat, by rainy season’s showers.

The lion who swallows every beast succumbs
To hunter’s shot; the hunter too in turn
By wild beasts to chilly death is numbed.
And out the charm of youth by age is churned.

The spree of routs and conquests all around –
A spree of smashing, killing, bleeding out –
In wild nature now is yielding ground
To humans’ spree of conflicts, conquests, routs.

The fire of pride-born conflicts can be quenched
If human hearts in poesy’s showers are drenched.