These Canines: Stray and waste Doomed to beg and feed A saving, amounting to time's scoldings An earning of world's off-shooing. No rest at night, nor comfort at dawn; Gutter for residence, and garbage for home. Make them fight, one-another if deviant; Show them morsels, give them a bite. They feed on everyone's kicks; They're dead, fed-up unfed. Humans are sure, to forget all ego and pride; These trodden creatures, if raise their head. If they wish, they can own the world; And chew their masters up to their bones. Someone remind them of the inflicted insults Someone awake them of sleeping impulse.. Translated: 13 June,2011
The world (and India too), Is fighting the war, unforeseen Against a sub-microscopic army That keeps multiplying, By every passing moment: Against whom All the lethal weapons In the arsenals Of all the nations combined Are useless; And the military helpless, The governments at loss And the politicos silent; The businesses suffer. When the larger chunks Of people Have lost their breads And their homes, and honour; And are running From pillars to post. The urban folks At large, Sit at home – restless, Angry, deprived , desperate: But, safe (?) While, The medicos do fight, At the front – They win Some of the battles, while losing others; And losing their lives, In the course. It seems Inflated human arrogance, Will be humbled By Gaia, And will be shown its place! 13th Apr...
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