We are lambs of abattoir
Waiting for a shepherd to
Bestow salvage from slaughter
We gasp in the globe of our own,
Catastrophe augment crescendo
Resonant reminiscences of
Blissful and blessed past nourish
The life of ingenious monotony,
Starlight Wilderness of severity
Beacon unfocused ferryboat
We are confined birds longing for
Fluttering firmament of choice
Perseverance fades to seasons
Capricious orators, avarice curators
Capture the corpus of life
Inbuilt silicon chips of our brain
Patent to others whimsical notion
Diligent efforts of Sixth sense
Betoken the longest lexis,
–       Vigil Kumar
* Habit of estimating something as worthless


  1. elizabeth

    Vigil, your first stanza threw me with words like lambs, slaughter, and abattoir, but as I read on I got it. Thanks for the challenging read 🙂


  2. poetjena

    “Angels2end” has expressed my feeling also about your poem – a style which is unfamiliar but amazingly powerful! and the image is wonderful! My praise to you!


  3. angels2send

    wonderful sentence with many museum like moments in which i stopped and took in a certain word. like “betoken.” what a grand old word and you used it so well.


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