The Great Mansion

     

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Dedicated to all mankind. The truth of all our lives...

Published in Issue 5 of Miracle E-zine, May 2013

Poem Text

It is a majestic thing to all who see;

The mansion across the horizon

With rose gardens and tall trees:

A regal monument stood at the center - unshaken.

Passing by the moor, an old man often

Smiled gladly when his eyes caught

This magnificent structure abandoned

By time, which was once admired a lot.

It was a palace all sang and danced, it prayed

For everyone to live and enjoy life with charm;

It was where grandmas baked and children played

And welcomed every living soul with open arms.

It was a home for lovers of romance:

In the rose garden, under the starry night

Embracing each other in a complete trance;

For all other eyes it was a delightful sight.

Admiring its every detail crafted up by pouring sweat,

He stood staring at it looking very upset.

Then his proud smile gradually began to fade

When the liveliness was lost - what fate!

He could not concede its loss in the battle

With time, of being the dear thing forever;

Where he saw little kids play and giggle

Is now filled with haunting silence all over.

It was once a castle of a great king

And there were celebrations all the time.

Everything is blown away by howling wind

For emptiness to prevail like eternal sunshine.

It is neither pleasing those new eyes,

Nor it is a structure of glory anymore.

He wonders why it cannot be otherwise:

Why cannot it stand a chance anymore?

It steals attention of anyone passing on the way,

But it remains just as good as anything to watch;

"It was a great mansion," is what a custodian said,

Regaling its stories with others holding a glass of scotch.

He longed to live in the mansion like before

Thinking he could rediscover his inner self,

But it looked old fashioned and he could not adore

As it was gravely beaten by time, like himself.

Left in ruins, will it die alone in oblivion,

Or survive as a legend in the pages of history?

Why does anyone care where he is buried

When all his feats are reckoned ordinary?

Thus goes the song of roaring rise and silent fall

All the hard worked footprints slowly get erased

Time always wins to cause imminent downfall

Paving way for the new breed of things to race.

Edited: May 16, 2021