Black Sky, Dead Trees, Unhealthy Children Poem by Raj Dronamraju
Black Sky, Dead Trees, Unhealthy Children
I celebrate nothing
The opposite of Walt Whitman
Least of all humanity
Pale, coughing, enfeebled limbs
They lie cowering
In the corner of damp, unhealthy rooms
The forests are devoid of vegetation
And devoid of life
There is no need to walk quietly here
Somewhere someone once wrote an explanation for all of this
But now there is only darkness
And death at different speeds
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5/13/2024 2:13:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The forests are devoid of vegetation. An amazing observation is drawn in this poem. Brilliant one! ..10