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As smog of hate blankets this earth
Elephants storm out of jungles
Ravaging towns of ours*
The black night smiles with starry dimples
I cannot but write these lines
As soldiers fly abroad to kill and be killed
Death’s talon picks up starving laborers one
by one
In the silent Red Bank Tea-garden**
White Jasmine makes the night fragrant
I cannot but write these lines
As darkness breeds darkness in living
This planet starves for a drop of light
Malala rises singing aloud the change
"One child, one teacher, one pen, one book" makes
I cannot but write these lines
*Recently the incident took place in the
State where I live. Shortage of food is driving the poor Pachyderms mad.
**Another recent incident in our State
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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Saturday, 19 December 2015
I Cannot But Write These Lines
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