El Niño and desertification…
Broken land has long since died,
clouds now for years have lied.
The awaited rains so often fail.
Million's hearts with hunger wail.
Scorching sun bears to burn.
Hardened tilth, refuses to turn.
No burden beast left with a drive,
nor baked son who harkens strive.
The wooden yolk cracked and dry,
as sheep and dogs all lazy lie.
Village square where elders sat,
laughed and jeered, tobacco spat.
Drinks they downed by the score,
with caution now in tea cups pour.
"Targa clan's women are whores….
incredible tusks of a shot down boar."
Broken dangles the shanty's door,
and hollow rings the folksy lore.
Humming wheel of miller's store.
Hurt and pain of farmers bore.
That drove it once, the feed is dry,
at parks no more the children cry.
Silent cringes the neighbor's cat.
Now scarce to see a scurrying rat.
The calling kith, from dusty deed,
watch with horror, our lives bleed.
Wordless in graves our fallen kin.
While we entombed in our dusty bin.
Hear their footsteps echo still.
As we slink! The graveyards fill
It's the loveliest work on your credit...nature's requiem is penned down in nostalgic, wistful, though witty language...the gloomy picture... of decay...in any shape or form as plato thinks, the basic centralist unit of human habitat, and of human civilization...i liked the use of diction here...at parks no more the children cryit's exactly like what wordsworth said in his Preface to the lyrical ballads: the poetic diction should be within the reach of a layman...it's beautiful...
Great poem! A sad reality about nature's decay in heartbreaking wording! Wonderful pictures! I loved it!
thanx Leloudia... kind words full of encouragement..am honored... :)
Brilliant poem! Paints a picture perfectly and expertly rhymed! Thoroughly enjoyed this!
You have painted scarcity with an abundance of colours in your thoughts. The embodiment of images to express out the immense depth of bleak parks is wonderful.
Man against nature. Farmers against famine, with its unfortunate results, paints a most gloomy picture. The sad reality of life. Well penned. 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ufffffffffffffff Robert Browning Yar I Say Stunning Kamal kar diah.AAAAAALA
sach mai yaar