The mahogany wood

Standing in nature’s sprawl

Has seen many years

come, rise and fall

 

Flailing civilization

and dying men

sparkle of new dawn

he has lived through them

 

And seen a myriad

governance grin

Across the world

Of multitude nations

 

He has eavesdropped

The travellers and passers-by

Who quench the thirst

Of shade, and sigh

 

And talk of all the

Worldly selves

But eavesdroppers hear not

good of themselves

 

And so the mahogany

That has seen many years

Knows its future

to be bleak and blur

 

For men with axe

Who come to fell

Hardly came before

But their number swells

 

Standing for years

Resting against a wall

Facing saws and drills

Spitefully rise and fall

 

T’is a cruel murder

That even natural demise

Would seem to be

A blessing in disguise

 – Akanksha Gupta