Prosepoetics - 13 Poem by Indira Renganathan
Prosepoetics - 13
Of late
A sense of Green
Imparted
And the corporation here
Started planting trees
Watering in its possible hours.
But a fully loaded garbage cart
Unable to load any more
Heaps the waste
Next to the new plants
Just to set fire
The plants die
In routine scenario
Where and when hath He said
'Ye shall remain with offenders? '
No, let Him take back the bad destiny
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