Times please
Hey buddies, pause for a while please
For the sake of peace
Your garden’s ground needs a recess,
It’s falling apart, breaking into pieces.
Your sky touching feat
Boomerang in self-defeat
Your greedy earnings cheat,
By devouring poor meat.
Warring work with high numbers,
The world seems to be sailing
In ceaseless slumber,
Worrying iceberg of injustice wailing from under.
All you do has war in it,
It’s a self-destructive habit,
We’re all losing Life’s beat
Despite continuous growth and profit.
Times please O Mind, work for peace,
Prosperity and bliss will reign here,
You’ll find the heaven you’re looking for
In your own golden garden, at ease.
© supratik 2023
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A glimpse of hope in a world competing for diminished resources. No one knows why sea denizens beach. Oil and gas wars, land is mandated to control and take. Rumors of wars. ~s~
Yes. Your response represents perfectly well the intent of the poem. No one really knows the reason for this ignorance. If you talk to yourself, and utter the world Eldorado, you immediately tell yourself that it’s not a reality, you denounce it instantly saying it’s all in theory… and yet, on the other hand, you write volumes on ‘thoughts are things’? Who is the culprit here? Does this culprit need more of love than rejection, is the culprit in pain with the teachings they had had through generations? Else why do we war? Why are we so insecure and weak?… Read more »