Wednesday, June 4, 2008

The Epidemic

Down the streets, cold and grey,
Death rides with a cold heart.
No matter where she puts her foot,
Hope and Joy, all depart.

She wipes away happy smiles,
Making place for a frown.
She pluks every strand of Life,
and tucks them in her crown.

She wraps away in her dark cloak,
some summer days, never lived...
She rattles down little country lanes,
leaving all sad and agrieved.

But then Life, in his chariot bright,
With Hope and Joy comes shining.
The Streets shine with a new vigour,
not the cloud, but the silver lining...
~Maithili Desai

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