Vivek Pradhan Poems
- The Cold Red Sun The cold red sun Burns d city streets The ...
- Him Alone A young face with a smile A face with eyes that ...
- A Well-Dressed Old Man A well-dressed old man Feeble as he ...
- Mother, Please Cry Nine years have passed Since he drew his ...
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The Cold Red Sun
The cold red sun
Burns d city streets
The dusty trees bear
Ruefully the ruthless mix
Of civilization and nature
This was once an oasis has
Now into a desert turned
Where ppl flock for their future
The present looks absurd
Where does all d wealth go
Y do we work harder each day
There is no summit to conquer
Abandon d race, play, rest
Have the mountains no more wisdom in them
Fresher waters we wont drink
Cleaner air we wont breathe
Soil and sand we wont play
So what if we become d best in d world
I dream not to live in high rises or ...