City I--By Feby Joseph--India

City I

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.