Maybe for once in a millennial
This generation has stood by
With the apocalypse, a pandemic - designated by
The blue skies and bluer oceans
Gauging fathoms of crystal clear foams
With the extinct of the iron monsters , smoking pipes
And the handicapped motor vehicles
Perished like a wrinkled woman, with two and even four legs
The grasslands and the city life , all submerged into the one horizon
Oh is it the exotic melancholy of this agathokakological predicament ?
The wilderness of the grasslands have baptised the civilised castles
And the ocean life restoring to its origin
With no strokes of smokes , hitting the plumes of an eagle
The crowd of the city life , hinged within their big castles and small houses
All poking their faces in evening, out of their windows , on the terrace
Scrutinizing the gravity of the ephemeral ordeal, with opinions, sharp and thin
Out of the human breast
Till when ?
Questioning the eternity of this daunting time and arduous moments
Difficult, daunting for some but an utopia for many
Many, for who are away from the single minded flickering light, burns out of greed
Difficult for the human civilization, reluctant to the principle of co-existence
The civilization that proliferates at the expanse of dormanting the other creatures
But as if now there are ships careening, lunatic cars, standing still , with no dexterous hands controlling them
The parallels of life , has turned this irony of nature
With the panglossian sky , shaking hands Continue reading