This is the house of metallic and steel sounds
Of grinding machines rushing on to tomorrow
As the green fields and skies fade fast
And the sun delays in its path on the morrow.
This dissonant symphony serenading deaf ears
As truth from its way clears
Marching steadily to a finale of sorrow
Yet if I smile, it’s only because of you
That hope lives on, deep within this dark shell.
Your lessons of empathy and kindness
Causes doubt in the face of gold to dispel
Your promises pull me past all the imminent sorrow –
I can see on that beautiful morrow
Butterflies thriving where moths now dwell.
Feby Joseph is a spiritual vagabond still trying to figure it out. He hails from the beautiful South Indian coastal state of Kerala seeped in green and poetry. He's currently working in a desert – counting other’s money while words waltz about in his head.