The populous and the powerful was a lump, Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheldĮach other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–įamine had written Fiend. The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Where had been heap’d a mass of holy thingsĪnd shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands

The crowd was famish’d by degrees but two Which answer’d not with a caress– he died. Lured their lank jaws himself sought out no food,Īnd a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay, Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left Īll earth was but one thought–and that was deathĭied, and their bones were tombless as their flesh Įven dogs assail’d their masters, all save one, Hissing, but stingless–were slain for food.ĭid glut himself again:–a meal was bought With curses cast them down upon the dust,Īnd gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’dĪnd, terrified, did flutter on the ground,Īnd flap their useless wings the wildest brutesĬame tame and tremulous and vipers crawl’dĪnd twined themselves among the multitude, Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled The flashes fell upon them some lay downĪnd hid their eyes and wept and some did rest They fell and faded–and the crackling trunksĮxtinguish’d with a crash–and all was black. Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:Ī fearful hope was all the world contain’d įorests were set on fire–but hour by hour Happy were those who dwelt within the eye

To look once more into each other’s face Were burnt for beacons cities were consumed,Īnd men were gather’d round their blazing homes The habitations of all things which dwell, Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:Īnd they did live by watchfires–and the thrones, Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,Īnd men forgot their passions in the dread Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the starsĭid wander darkling in the eternal space, I had a dream, which was not all a dream. Read Rupi Kaur poems to see another perspective of life and also understand life through a poet’s eye and compass. Rupi Kaur poems are so soothing and amazing, as well as very philosophical, you should read this collection of poems with an open mind and expect a thrilling experience.

Rupi kuar poems