Ecclesiastic Rout

By

Hillol Ray

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Beauty of old greenery is vanishing with satanic cries

In Dallas, along with seasonal dance before the dawn-

And the wind whispers in middle of brooding nights,

Through the grass half-dead on the wide-open lawn!

The sly shade of this young rhyming poet

Shivers and quivers under the Texas sky-

But the deaf ears are turned off to such agonies,

And I hear the cool lapse of hours is hurrying by!

The perplexed and viewless known and unknown streams

Used to enchant the heart down the darkness of Covid life-

But now the unthinkable silences hover all over,

With death toll on the rise via the pandemic strife!

To smell the thrilling breezes sobbing in Dallas,

In the new arboretum’s utmost fold of little tree-

Visitors of all ages flock with inenarrable delights,

And crown them gaily in their own praise and free!

The cool kindness of all raindrops of summer in Texas

Smoothes away the pain, and brings the friendly touch-

Even the graveness of “How D” welcome seems to sing,

To reverberate innermost feelings of thank you so much!

Politically incorrect ecclesiastic rout is given a fling

To calligraph the footprints of friendship in the dew-

And repeat travelers and passersby exclaim:

“Eureka! Eureka”!! for the world to view!!!

“Milestone”

July 28, 2021

© Copyright July 28, 2021by Hillol Ray