Green Desert Poem by SRINIVASAN Krishnasamy

I writhe in pain as if a skinned snake,
Even after a good showers I feel stinking,
After a heavy meal I feel hungry,
Inside the heavy walls and
In the company of commandos
I feel insecure,
I'm in my full attire yet I feel nude,
I'm educated on anything and everything
Yet I feel ignorant to the core,
I'm in a planet of a seven billion
Yet I feel all alone,
I know at least a language from each
Continent yet I talk to none for anything
I'm the modern Midas
Blessed with everything but for peace
Am I not a green desert?