THE CRY
Kunal Roy
I am the mountain
that melts and meet
the ground,
the warmth accelerates
bringing out a ruin
to the nature and race!
that melts and meet
the ground,
the warmth accelerates
bringing out a ruin
to the nature and race!
I am the river
dried up at the middle of journey,
clogged with filth and grime,
cry for respite!
Yet left unheard,
the toment continues,
dismantles the desire of freedom!!
I am the earth,
slaughtered time and again,
the roots are expunged,
the trees are destroyed,
the grasses are slitted
to meet the detrimental needs
of the poor human race!!
O my Lord!
Have you turned a deaf ear?
The sufferings abate,
know not the path
for the solace!
Breathes have shortened,
the eyes have bulged out,
care is little,
disaster in store!
Cannot we become a bit conscious?
Avoid the spell of disaster,
save the posterity,
restore the harmony!!
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