Indignation
These are words. Do words make sense? Without them, I am still tense. Dumb and deaf, the verses you bore, Even a bird has sense.
Rivers and seas, all to the shore. Birds and bees, your thoughts so pure ;
Hillocks
and Hummocks, what do you see?
Wild
Flowers, maybe that wilder tree.
Stars that twinkle into the frozen brook. Peaceful fish in your hook, Do you cry when it pricks? Long for life, few more breath.
Evaporating greenery for man-made land, Nature’s answer – “No more sand” Sanity lost, where are we to? Was their habitat, now in the zoo? Cheers and keep Winning, Shamsud A
