Trouble Is Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Trouble Is
The trouble is: too young is man,
And Mother Earth tired like a hen
To steer her brood from daunting fate;
The trouble: too late ‘tis to wait—
Till man grows wise to contemplate,
To know he's in a sorry state.
We know what happened burnt when Rome,
Now it is all the dome and home.
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Reflections | 05.02.2017 |
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5/18/2024 3:53:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed world is passing through a difficult phase and we are not sure what will remain for our next gen. What legacy will shall leave behind for them. A thought provoking poem, Nothing less than 10 +++
Thank you Mohammed Nehal, you have been generous. Good to know you are concerned. I think poets should take up this cause.