Kitsch

Kitsch

A Poem by Swagato Saha

So the theatre bears witness to my lonely fears,
Soulless and empty it is, as it's been for years,
But for the silent outcry that hammers the walls; teasing my deaf ears,
As the final floating notes flutter and fade, in trails of obscure tears.

For who'll spare the night for the romantic who despairs,
And cherish the timeless legacy, whosoever shall dare!
Rekindle lost inspiration, and deride conformity,
Who'll rouse the hedonists that now wallow in self-pity?

For they swim in their cradle of apocalyptic dreams,
Lulled by electronics, and repeating screams.
Hark the refined mediocrity that's run them aground...
So who'll reckon symphonies to build revolutions around?

So the endless night plagues the world, haunting and blinding us again,
He warns perched beyond all reach, and patronises in vain,
And sonatas sink in the eternal blight, as words are lost in translation,
And no odes shall be penned in the moonlight, of vanquished rebellions...

© 2020 Swagato Saha


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Added on March 26, 2020
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Swagato Saha
Swagato Saha

Kolkata, India



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Just another miserable, messed up teen who happens to write, whenever he's sad. Often, that is. more..

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