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 ;
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