Doomsday Clock Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A minute makes or breaks when world's doom,
The wishy-washy heads spare no room.
Be it nuclear warning
Or be global warming,
Warps and woops when welter world-wide loom,
In rich foison of spring
What is little warning?
Greed gets lost when its garden to groom.
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While consensus on climate change eludes us, when Doomsday Clock clicks away, where should they re-set the needle? It started seven minutes to midnight's doom in 1947. The worst reading of 11.58 was reached after the U.S. and Soviet's hydrogen bomb tests in 1953. In January 2015, the unchecked climate change placed it at 11.57. Fortunately the Paris Meet hammered out agreement somehow to gain some breathing space. And yet the world has many a warp and wefts in the cob-web of world-wide loom. ____________________________________________________
Happenings | 04.12.15 |