Friday, February 14, 2025

๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฌ: “Eden” by Francis Dwayne Catalan


Published by: Daniel Joshua Madrid 

Date Published: February 14, 2025

Time Published: 12:37 PM


Category: Poetry

Theme: The starking contrast between the untouched beauty of the past and the desolate state of the present.


In the beginning, there was paradise—

Where the sun spilled gold upon tender leaves,

Where rivers flowed as clear as daylight,

And the earth was soft as a mother’s caress.


But where is the garden now,

Where once the sky was rich with promise

And the soil bent low with fruit

Too heavy to hold in one hand?


๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ!


Cities began to rise like forgotten giants,

The air thickens with murmurs of a smokescreen,

The earth thirsts for the touch of a healing rain,

While roots cling desperately to lumps of dirt.


The branches, once full,

Now reach toward empty space—

Empty of fruit,

Empty of shade.


Oceans, once brimming with life,

Thus echo with the silence of fading waters;

Coral gardens drown beneath the burden of waste,

As fishes flail in dreams long abandoned.


The sea had begged, whispering prayers

To the winds that carry its lamentations ashore,

"๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด,

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ?"


Fires consume the life of the forest,

Burning verdant lands into desolate ashes,

Where creatures once roamed with freedom,

Thus seeking refuge in memories of what once were.


They wailed amidst their impending doom,

"๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ,

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ’๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ

๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ?"


They stood, they crawled, they walked,

But there was no road—

Only the destruction left behind,

The deluge in its wake.


Thus all they have left were their paws

That reach, that grasp,

That tear through the earth

Only to find it barren.


๐˜ˆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.


๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—˜๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป—

๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€, ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ผ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ.

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