The Moral Ozone - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Oh, hole in earth’s ozone layer,
A worry well worth worrying
That soon may get this globe greyer,
Yet, there’re worries more worrying:
Take holes in our moral ozone,
Whatso the men of ken may say,
Not one vexed hair greyer has grown,
Nor one has walked a wiser way.
Me, a pen-pusher grown greyer,
In vain say this silent prayer.
Weapons settle no mores of men,
Fear, nor global catastrophe,
Morals today, a dung-hill hen,
Can wake but one that willing be.
- Sonnets | 02.01.04 |
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