Wednesday, December 24, 2008

It’s too late…

The Trauma seems epidemic
Water overpowering the sand
I was wishing it just drizzles
But it rained…

Shadowing the dreams of a villager
Ones in the cities and towns
The next moment can be of terror
And we can only mourn

We’ve fought with nature
And now it’ll fight back
The way we have destroyed her
It’s our turn to be attacked

We have cut her trees and ruined her air
We’ve destroyed her peaceful charm
She’s have had a lot of patience
And now she’ll not even warn

So be ready for the worst fellows
To turn your greens to yellow
Wait to breathe the last breath soon
You’ll die with your own blow.(Sagarmani)

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