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Human Nature

As little child walked in the field of flowers, Picking and smelling them as she grows, The pervading air fragrance of Guava The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season, The atmosphere of green garden eggs, Caressing melody of crunchy carrots cracker, The hidden colours of pineapples, Bulb of yellow oranges lighted the line green trees, Would be in season all year, including rags to riches filling Maize And pods shelled nourishing beans, Surging umbrella leaves of papaya, Shallow rooted coco-yam,the variegated lettuce that brightens everyday, With the crowded bananas are growing everyday, But now,they are in wet tins and dry cartons For that very busy mankind. The landscapes within are beautifully measureless, The Jacaranda and Tamarind trees had cast Their shadows on the plain, and not forgetting, The Silk-cottons and the wilderness of palm fruits That grow tall and sure, And under them we played cracking out nuts and eating them, But now, elevated long balcony, we have That you stand and weep of the passing phases. The sepulcher we all grew up in, Might not be the same dungeon now, And the cradle you are born in Could well be the same abode now, Thatched roof has given birth To corrugated reflections, Likewise the fragile asbestos fight for space with concretizing flat, The mud debris has turned to bricks and plaster erect; New galaxies of dwelling and scattered About in a festival of designs; Some are like an octagonal A cone, a triangle and spec angular façade yet unseen; All glasses, cupped and straight down Like the eccentric mansions in heaven, The spec tropic clime had turned suddenly, The wind blows and smell of change, The sun blaze down on man and space and warned, Of great consequent yet in the Outer-atmosphere would burst, As we are cuddly warm The poles wildly discharged their zillion captured Water in a spasm of deluge right upon us…I think, Like urchins, we fumble forgetting the next hour, But what would happen is nature’s raison d’etre; Man and his environ scope both have shibboleth gone pathways And fast we are turning into artificial humankind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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