Author Archives: montecyril

Remember the time you died for centuries  when your trees were broken spindles, bare of leaves  when your shoulders were gnawed like excavated mountains  when your veins were like poisoned fountains  Remember the time of the hangman’s noose  when the architecture of despair was let loose  A sword is never blunt for a fallen victim Continue reading “Salutations to the suffering motherland: A poem “

Riches are no wealth  Furs are not felt  Candles always melt  to time’s relentless stealth  The pharisee is the one who spoke  Thus, his pot of honour he broke  The publican only stoked  his silent grace in the coke  A poor man is the last to fall  when a strike of tragedy befalls  For heContinue reading “Food for the soul: A poem “

To stumble and fall  Yet, with courage to stand tall  The victims of fate  live in humble faith  Clouds are a mirror  of the thread of honour  Dark woods shine  for the brave and sublime  In the night, to behold  a lowly flower as gold  Patience, for time to unfold  bread from the mold  ThatContinue reading “Faith: A poem “

There’s a sea of difference between `the haves’ and the `have nots’ of this world. Egalitarianism is not fortune’s card. And even the not-too discerning eye can tell between gold and fool’s gold, should the matter arise. It’s the wad of notes, they say, that wags a different tune in the eyes of the beholder. Continue reading “The rich wager, the poor have wages: Just for laughs “

One cannot filter grief through a sieve  Its web, through a sky, it can weave  With it, a mind can barely conceive  the idea of joy, when joy takes leave  Solemn is the hand at the touch of stone  The chill of winter gets one to the bone  Hope takes a beating when trouble’s drone Continue reading “Humour: A poem “