THE REVOLUTION THAT HAS BROUGHT DEATH
As I grow older things become
More enchanting and rare previllage for me;
When I behold there is a change
I am propelled by new things;
The singing bird is a rare watching for me;
For modern man has polluted the whole earth
Chirping of sparrows sooth my heart deeply;
When the little ones try to gulp their food;
And snatch more from their mother's beak
While she hops around their newly built nest
On some twig it is hanging by an old well
Which is rarely haunted nowadays;
Neither by the women carrying pitchers
Far from distant lands where water was precious;
Nor the birds can be seen on the raised plateform
Where grains were used to be scattered
To satisfy our greed we have employed
So many inventory measures
Including chemical fertilizers recklessly
In providing more and more from the earth
But forget to save the lives of innocent creatures
-M.A.Rathore
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Dated-28/09/2016
Photo Credit- Facebook
When the little ones try to gulp their food;
And snatch more from their mother's beak
While she hops around their newly built nest
On some twig it is hanging by an old well
Which is rarely haunted nowadays;
Neither by the women carrying pitchers
Far from distant lands where water was precious;
Nor the birds can be seen on the raised plateform
Where grains were used to be scattered
To satisfy our greed we have employed
So many inventory measures
Including chemical fertilizers recklessly
In providing more and more from the earth
But forget to save the lives of innocent creatures
-M.A.Rathore
All Rights Reserved
Dated-28/09/2016
Photo Credit- Facebook
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