When Virus Shows To Men A Mirror Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
When Virus Shows To Men A Mirror
Tired of getting all the blames
COVID felt like naming names,
Rather than blame me
O thou heedless man,
Try and thankful to me be.
O ye dunghill dwelling man,
Stop behaving like a hen,
The way ye make earth's green brown
Turning it to grave-like grey,
I had to force this slow down.
It seems forgotten ye have
That bubble art thou ‘pon waves,
O ponder much as ye can
To drop your greedy craves
O bubble-like to behave.
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Happenings | 21.08.2020 |
Topic: mirror, earth, green
A wonderfully composed poem. Truly marvelous....10++++++
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5/3/2024 11:26:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
O ye dunghill dwelling man, The way ye make earth's green brown Turning it to grave-like grey, I had to force this slow down.... //... Only if the human race could understand the purport of these lines which succinctly carries the concern of the poet as well as of guileless billions inhabiting this planet whose fragile Eco-system is at great risk. Thanks a lot.