WHAT A SIGHT MY ACHING EYES MET NOW!
Ah! What a sad sight of an aged March that my aching eyes now met:
Alas! On a bald tree was perched a languid, forlorn Cuckoo before the Sunset!
Much tired of the unbearable heat of an inordinate mundane pollution,
Deeply exhausted by the rampant surging, suffocating and corroding corruption;
Which is ever best known for its sweet, serene and ecstatic ejaculation,
Seemed, before the dusk, praying convulsively to the God of Light crimson,
For an early liberation of this present deadly defiled, dazed and bleeding Earth,
From the so called advanced man's inhuman, indecent, insane and insensitive Mirth!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 24.03.21
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