Anil Deo Poet Prose Poetry

What I'M Doing In Polluted Eastern Cape

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Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day
Through this time here, I must turn senses away
From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes"
And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes! 

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For inspiration, I must remember to look up also
Clouds always yield forms, names, games galore
And away from plastics, pollution ... naturally
Trash trucks come each Wednesday; ignored outstandingly

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To each clump of Acacia; hail beaten patch of cacti;
Sole tree that comorants dry their wings on, daily
And note how Nature, Life, does not quit ... growing
As we must: quiet lotuses in fens with slime ... flowing

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Gail Debole January 10, 2022 at 4:47 PM Your poem shows powerful insight about a worldwide problem while other forms of life continue to survive and grow. Perhaps, someday, humans can grow without contributing to as much pollution as we presently do. Anil Deo January 10, 2022 at 8:46 PM Thank you so much Hail. Blessings

Mystic Rose Rose December 29, 2021 at 6:39 PM Mother nature never stops growing and trying to make us strong despite the pollution. I appreciate your meaningful write her dear Anil. Anil Deo January 10, 2022 at 8:47 PM Precisely, dear Vue. Thank u. Paz

Debra L Brown December 29, 2021 at 3:09 PM Blessings Anil, It's sad to see a beautiful country like Africa, becoming a garbage dump like the rest of the world. We can only pray for changes. Nicely written. Prayers and Happy New Year......Sister Debra Anil Deo January 10, 2022 at 8:46 PM I receive thy Blessings Sis