Hole In Moral Ozone Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A hole in earth's ozone layer—
A worry well worth worrying
That soon may get this globe greyer,
Yet, there're things more irritating:
Take holes in our morals' grey zone,
Whatso the men of ken may say,
Not one vexed hair greyer has grown,
Nor has one walked a wiser way.
Pen-pushers like me grown nigh greyer,
Can only say a silent prayer!

As war settles no scores of men,
As fears turn back no catastrophe,
This sonnet sings— a dung-hill hen,
O waking none that unwilling be.
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Sonnets | 01.01.04 |