Behind The Bloody Fog Poem by Upendra Singh 'suman'

Now-a-days I am watching constantly,
Many of terrible things behind the bloody fog.
Sometime I see a devil, a disaster,
And sometime some horrible wild hog.

It seems to me that the peace,
Harmony and humanity's log/jog,
Is being gradually caught,
Gradually caught in this lethal bog.

That's why I think of/tackle over
At a stretch this rogue.
The power which accelerate me,
To note this down a lot
It's nothing, it's nothing
But my watching/barking dog.

Upendra Singh ‘Suman'