How stirring-
Dried out, still humid
So sticky the heat is
Ill-timed, gets on and off
In the very beginning
Of winter season-
I hate the cruel waves
Power hunting craves
Most undesirable traits
Cropping up in the society.
The star stuck fight-
Fight for nuclear-power
Shoot-outs begin twittering
The way long winter cutting
Short cuts swapping summer
Further jumping into the vast
Giving no chance to the spring
And no room for other seasons
Lost into enormity of cosmos
Unfelt, unseen and unsung.
In the over-shows of hot and cool
Sense of wit and wisdom is lost
Somewhere, in vastness of ocean
Ocean of my thoughts, I'm lost
As the mist is lost into the fog
Like the mystery of a girl-child
Once lost, in man's world is lost.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem