The Augean Stables, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

The Augean Stables

Like the fast-flowing currents,

Of a perpetual river,

The year has passed,

Slowly.

 

Can it really be said,

That this year was better than the last?

Between Scylla and Charybdis,

I think I’d rather drown.

 

However,

Things are not all bad.

After all, we escaped our homes,

And the sun again.

 

And we went back to our

Monotonous lives.

However mundane,

At least there is stability.

 

And we got back up,

After being shoved down,

By a world bucking

Under a chaotic jockey.

 

Perhaps we may still dance

In a masquerade ball,

But the night is freshly young,

And we can dance out in the streets.

 

Most of all,

We now look return to sanity,

Back to our biggest goals being

Petty resolutions.

 

Now that the weight of the world

Is lifted off our backs,

We are finally free.