Wooden People

The branching trees stand proud in the evergreen forest On the canopy clouds torn from the sky come and rest. Moist leaves get luster from the morning sunrays soon After the dust is washed by the night rains of monsoon. Humankind expanded like forest in clustered population Vibrantly nurturing the tenets of its diverse civilization. People prospered sharing the earth’s common resources Developed kinship and trust as parts of survival process. If the rains don’t come for some years as they should The forest soil dries and the trees soon become wood. Hit so hard by the current trying times people are busy To find ways to merely survive for life is no longer easy. Soil of humane feeling called kindness is drying up fast The touch of empathy in desiccated hearts doesn’t last. Life has turned into stagnant river, it doesn’t flow free In ravaged forest people are soulless defoliated trees. In vortex of turbulent time emotions sink, don’t ripple The humanity is making a museum of wooden people. December 4, 2017.