In the peaceful calm nights
when the moon is high
the stars twinkle bright
while the sun lovers sigh;
The trees rattle with wind
giving ghost stories a spike
the rains pour down heavy
cities and countries alike!
When the sun rises up
the 'modern' wakes with a cup
traffic buzz all around
no escape from the sick sound;
Freshness is reserved for the 'poor'
village is where the 'rich' tour
mornings there are without the noises
for their starts with sweet voices!
Urbans plug their ears well
for retro, modern and imaginative bell
weed, wine for the party nights
pork, butter for the crazy bites;
Nature's melody, if the 'poor' could sell
richest they would be, all would tell
for a picnic needs a rural sight
balloons, toys and flying kite!
With smoke, dust and flies in the air
urban localities have plunged in despair
multiplexes have stolen the show
trees have no room to grow;
Puppet shows are still alive
between the trees they all drive
fresh tubewell for the water supply
laws of nature, they all comply.
Selfish, arrogant, stressed they are
addicted to the nasty bar;
Jolly, complacent, fresh they seem
living together like a team;
Though the differences are quite strong
but it ain't going to last long
the rotten mango is here to win
can mankind avert the oncoming sin?
gud
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