Don'T Expect A Blossom's Day - Poem by Vivek Tiwari
No sun, no moon,
No sky is seen
Under high-peaked towers
Life (Nature) doth pine for healthy breath.
Life is tamed,
Life's works restricted
Or for her shame
She entertains generation (modern city mongers) .
Fields in fragments,
Under the roofs,
Life chokes and stoops.
All nasty and bleak surrounding
Doth give a breath of dying Spring.
Sunshine a guest,
Sky in a mist.
No eastern, no western wind
No breeze of Nature's gay.
Woods are wood,
Lawns are hay
Don't expect a Blossom's day.
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