Narayanan Ramakrishnan - DIGGING GRAVES

The greenest of greenary begs the sole
Traveller to rest, watch and search his soul;
Whether his sojurn is for pleasing his heart
Or is it for his scheming head?

Green paddy fields are granary's whet
In a panoramic view, is but a green bed
In no time, can vanish, as a thing of past
If the scheming head rules over heart.

The two legged specie is the dangerous most
Can harm anything under the Sun and toast,
Tame and kill anything in his coast,
To reduce all to mounts of faeces, post.

Trees and fields banished for skyscapers and mansion,
Animals and birds endagered for food, trade and passion
Water and air are put to exploitation and contamination,
By all these, are we not digging graves, our own?

Narayanan Ramakrishnan

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