Friday 27 September 2019

Save the world

We cut trees,
Thick and green,
That was home to animals many,
From ant so tiny,
To leopard so ferocious,
For our greed that's limitless.

We build tall buildings,
That are taller than mountains,
But not higher than our egos,
With only purpose,
To fulfill our desires,
And appetite that's limitless.

Every inch of land,
Is burrowed and unearthed,
In search for gold and other precious stones,
Or for erecting magnificent palazzo,
To boost our pride,
And pretentious legacy.

Water is polluted,
Air is poisoned,
Soil is contaminated,
Due to our heinous actions,
And reactions to our sins,
Which we will one day pay for gravelly.

After years of torture,
When life is becoming extinct,
Humans have woken up,
And walking on the streets,
Giving emotional speeches,
While they continue to pollute the world.

With clock still ticking,
Words won't work,
Unless we commit,
Each one of us,
To make the world better,
Not just for generations to come,
But for animals,
Whose homes we have destroyed.





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Thursday 19 September 2019

It's Friday Night

It''s Friday night,
Time to unwind,
And bid farewell.
To the work spell.

It's Friday night,
Time to get high,
With laughter and smiles,
All the way till the sun is up high.

It's Friday night,
Time to forget,
The struggles of life,
And enjoy every moment like it's our last.

It's Friday night,
Time to tick off plans,
To getaway that's nearby,
Or just plain long drives .

It's Friday night,
Time to kick that ass,
Off to dance floor,
Swaying up our hands.

It's Friday night,
Time to heal the pain,
And get back with new energy,
To restart again.

Thursday 12 September 2019

Smoggy skies

I wake up in morning,
To sky that seems foggy,
I open the window,
Waiting to feel cool wind blow,
To my dismay,
it's just hot air.

The sky is dull,
Like cold November in London,
With sun missing in action,
And birds chirping in morning.

It's like summer in winter morning,
Dull but not cold,
With air covered in smoke,
Dust and polluted particles.

Where does this dusty wind come from?
You may ask,
Is it from the burning of garbage dump nearby,
Or from the forest fires faraway?

Whatever it may be,
Our world is burning,
By global warming,
As we sit in man made safe heaven.

Sea level is increasing,
Wild animals are dying,
Forests are turning into ashes,
And if we don't act now,
Life will come to an end,
And world will become barren.


Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...