Snow laden mountains
With tall Cedar trees
Small rivulets and
Hot springs of water
Flowing by so fresh
Early in the morning
With sheep grazing
Along the greenery
Cattle munching away
In a nearby Ranch,
Chewing on their fodder
The calves running around
In company of the kitten
Playing in the garden
A dream one can strive for
Left in a rubble as the
Huge excruciating sounds
Of breaking glass and
Buildings and hospitals
Razed to the ground, as
The humongous bombs
Are shelled, in acres of land
With landmines, missiles
And sirens and starvations
Where are you going
Humanity, whither is thine
Path leading you?
I dreamt of paradise
But alas! It is in guise
Causing me hyperventilate
Developing arrhythmia
And space is congested
As the Universe is exploding
In warfare and missiles
Leaving nothing more than
Chaos, calamity, dirt and death.
Wish I had a better picture
To offer on this International
Day of Poetry… Poets..?
Not sure who will close down
Or shed tears, that can
Mean nothing, to anyone…
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