THE DECLINE
Poorva Trikha
Assistant Professor
GGDSD College, Chandigarh
I stand
at the edge of history,
counting moments in Time
of my heart's defeat at
that instant, that juncture,
where they stood
against me…
Pouring down
the nectar of civilisation
along the throats
that stuffed with cotton,
exhale smoke
of barbaric dystopia…
I talk like a tongue
that has lost its master,
to ears that leap on defences
to restrict these voices,
in favour of unreason.
I roar like a lioness,
to shade in empty bowers
about nights in glade.
When words get worse,
verse gets the words.
I write to lose my story to loss.