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The Lost World


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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