Tears Upon A Mountainside Poem by wardha jawdat

Flowers..red, yellow, magenta, blue
Growing lovingly upon the harsh features
Of man molested mountains.
Mountains….once lonely proud guardians
Of mother nature’s
chastity….
God’s magnificent bold strokes across
Earth’s canvas.

As I drive into their realm
Upon this concrete saber thrust so
Completely into that nurturing breast,
I feel humbled
I feel my heart grow heavy
These pagan silent warriors
appear to draw veils around them;
veils of gossamer mists
That roll in and envelop them
As garments of plum regality…

Mans ravages are everywhere
I see them marked heavily upon the
Ragged boulders of these brown hulks;
The battle seems to have been a bitter one
Mans dynamite pitched against God’s legion
Of stone.

I stop,
I am timid with guilt;
I touch the scarred faces
Of kings taken captive
Forced to wield to forces unnatural
Unto boundaries where none were ordained;
And i tremble
For i hear the mutterings of rebellion
I hear the pregnant silences
Between the sudden landslides
And i pray fervently
For though man be bold
Behind his gunpowder
And his science,
His mortality forever was
And forever will be........
........................................Fragile

inspired by my trip to our northern areas where the beauty is mesmerising but aweinspiring and new roads though an assest make you fear the travesty man has made of nature and its repercussions.