The Prologue Poem

O love! Tell them, the good men, In your own old melodious tone: Let’s again—Return to Nature. Whatever little or large is left, Let’s re-adorn her. And if they won’t! Let’s—You and I. Hand-in-hand walk away of the city: Biharis stay by the smelling slums; Laid-off-addicts stand in long queues; or the clerics kiss the petty politicians on brows. Where monsters: War-weopens, Jingoism, Globalization, Modernity, and Machines, Have spread havoc! And find our abode, there, Near the breezy woods, in the calm country; Where well! I can meditate, And you’ll have all that childish fun… Running after the flies, or fighting with the bucks, Dancing in sultry summer’s bursting rain, Or mimicking a singing bird. (the poems is the introductory poem of my poetry collection "TELL THE OLD LADY WAIT AND OTHER POEMS")