Fire, fire, fire
The earth is burning
No spring, no autumn, no snowfall,
No green leaves
My forest, my trees, my bamboos,
My flowers,
Crying in the midnight
Winter becomes summer
Summer become lava
Lava becomes human
My clouds, my rain, my ponds,
My rivers, my lakes, my oceans,
Each looks like the sand of desert
Buildings are high
Furniture is beautiful
Nuclear weapons are pretty
But the morning dews never fall down
The sky is start burning
My trees getting vaporizing
They make me boil
Human beings make me fire
If I stop cry today
Everything will disappear tomorrow
Don’t let you keep me at 100 degree C
Kind for tomorrow
Kind for your souls!
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bro just wanted to say one thing, when ever i read your poems i feel that de entire nation n infact world come in your few burning lines. i wish you prescribe solid solution for this . . . . . know i say that india is getting its new young, fast n furious social reformer which is very powerfull n intelligent as the sword n its sharpness. . . . . . .
ReplyDeletewhen ever i see ur poems i feel dat it has de face of ntire nation n nature. i wish u could prescribe a ultimate n strong solution for de probs which destroyin de nation. know i can say that India has got its new young, fast n furious as thunder . . . . .
ReplyDeletethanks brother, u make me sharpen my pen and poetic feelings, credit goes to you. thank you once again for reading my poems regularly. hope you ll visit once again in my new poems.
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