Is it so true,
the cry of that nightingale?
Is it so majestic,
the power of the whirling cloud?
Is it so intense,
the magic of those west winds?
Everything,that captured the imagination,
of the most imaginative of our kind...
All those flowing whispers,
all those things said and proclaimed beautiful...
Those smiles of the fair lady,
those slender curves of the country maiden...
Its all in the beauty,
it did catch our eyes,minds and pens...
What of those endless tears?
What of those flowing sand dunes,
thorny barren lands,
what of those cracks,what of those
What of the red coloured fields?
what of the imprisoned slaves?
What say,to remember your flaws?
What say,look at your ugly side?
What say,you stop pretending,
what say,you stop ignoring,
what say,you stop bragging?
What say,you own up?
What say,we shed a tear?
All things beautiful,said and done,
what say,lets wrap a clothe around our,
red blood fun???
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju