Escapism Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The Circle at which once was Arctic Pole
Yon polar seas wearing a snow white dress,
And far from today's frozen wilderness,
How if a warm wavy sea should unroll!

In place of vast tundra, frost forsaken,
A new born sea that knows never to freeze,
Ah escapists' early dawn dream for one!
A lush green new-found-land wafting warm breeze!

To world one more weekend spot to escape
From a sizzling summer's hot season,
A place wearing a spring-like lush green cap—
An all-well cap, to be smug sans reason!

Ho-hum from reality to depart,
And mankind's alibi for inaction,
The cold calculus of a callus heart:
‘Global Warming blessing be from heaven'.

Man should feel grateful not to face ice age—
Calamity disastrous ever more
Than mere warming and advancing sea shore,
But man finds logic all his ills to hedge.

And if you ask, the task is yon repair,
Cutting consumption is girdling his greed,
Produce more to progress— his basic creed,
Hope, in long-term when we die, things look fair.

Like playing war—to prove life's existence,
Escapism is search for safe distance.
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Many in the world still behave as if Global Warming is no more than a paper tiger, and not a real threat. The Polar frost is melting with the world warming up. If one day a warm sea appears where today Polar frost prevails, some escapists might even welcome it as one more vacation spot.
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Satire | 03.07.08 |