The Next Show On Venus! Poem by Krishna Baalu

To day I woke up to the alarm of the mankind
I could see the darkness in the twilight zone
My fingers could reach the cold of the sun, heat of the moon
I wonder stuck probably hearing the cries of the earth beneath
On my way the marching humans blaming the Rulers

The smell of the earth; same throughout my journey
Till now; from birth; but some what odd right now!

The mankind is alert and aghast as the earth is warming up and up!
The human heart is crying and yelling to salvage this fragile life on earth
What ever left off; what ever worth of;

We blame the felling trees; cutting trunks; heartless humans
We protest the wiping of greens, painting with reds
Depleting ozone’s
Elongating Day’s
Dwarfing Nights
Erupting Volcanoes, raising waves

The unprecedented tsunamis, Bush fires, swine flues;
Pandemics may be an indication a forewarning of the END,

May be not we at fault
May be the wish of the creator
To pull the curtains down

May be he, in a hurry!
For the next show on Venus!