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The Lost World
by
Ehsan Elahi Ehsan
I have lost some where, I know not how
The melodies of the morn, the songs of the birds
The loneliness of the wild brook
Into the chaos of noisy streets
My Self is lost into the turmoil of busy traffic
The lowing herds that attracted the charms
Of a rosy eve are replaced by
The tractors dieseling, the polluting smoke
The lonely vales are disturbed by
The cars on aimless strife
The sweet morning of brook-lets
Has been usurped by the launchers lour
The hums of bees has been changed into
The buzzing of the drones
The cottages are there but with rattling tins
And all this buzzing is making me sick
Of the sort of life I am stuck to
I cherish for the drowsy hour
That could take me away
Perhaps for ever, into my lost world
And change me into nothingness.
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