Poetry; Emptiness

Given the sickening nature of our parents, perhaps this is what their children are telling them using the words of Kassam.

People walk,

But where is the sound of their footsteps?

People walk,

But where is their charm and humor?

It is warm and bright,

But I cannot see the sun!

It is cool and romantic

But I cannot see the moon!

The trees sway,

Without rhythm or enchantment.

The lamps light devoid of any glow;

Hot coffee is served devoid of any aroma.

I shake hands but cannot get the grip;

I hit a ball but it does not rise.

Someone pronounces, 'Arise'!

But where is the energy?

Another pleads, Enliven!

But where is the blood?

A third illuminate'!

But where is the light?

I seek in vain for color and lustre,

          For the dew and spice,

For the warmth and radiance;

Yes, the very soil under feet lacks fertility.

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