If trees could talk, they would tell us
……Build…..
your castle high and
strong, lock the exquisite,
sandalwood door don’t let
breeze claw mahogany decor, acidic
winds roam the moor, Noxious smoke
embraces tight, an ethereal heaven’s cry
scrounges barren earth, ‘Neath scorching cerulean sky
When in howling shadows, glare a starless night,
will you repent hiding the moon, behind materialistic
plight? Marauding lively meadows where will
you scuttle for cover? Residing in concrete
haven breathing on your
carcinogenic leftovers.
This world is
not Just
where you
dwell, but
my Abode as
W E L L
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author: Rajlakshmi Hati Boruah
This poem was written by Rajlakshmi Hati Boruah on her personal blog, Destiny’s Child. This was a winning entry in Green-O-Con(test), organized by Ek Titli on GingerChai.com, sponsored by Rustic Art
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Animesh
November 28, 2011
Of-course the poem is good no, no doubt. But, the presentation is what is actually worth seeing; superb.
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