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Seenith Vivekananda Poem
Stop and Listen Me
O the dark face cloud! Stop and listen me
What should I do to make you happy?
O hovering wind! Stop and listen my kind confession
How would I say my Mother Earth’s grief?
What a shame! She cries not like before
O dearest Sun! Keep looking up at you
I could see your weeping on your face
But your brightness became duskiness
Who made yours ugly?
Oh dear, man-made pollution?
O dear Moon! I heard your weeping while the world is sleeping
What a shame!
Who is admiring your beauty while the village is snooty?
Go now and come again tomorrow
I’ll wait right here for your appearance
I’m sinned and have a confession
O running river! Droughts stop you to hear me?
Oh, No! Man’s flout ruined your life
Nobody here to solve the strife
Don’t cry, you don’t have a drop of tear to shed
But somebody needs to be kind with you
That’s me, I’m crying for you
Untiring oceans, animals, plants, and you
O human! Your unknowingly committed sin
Global warming, famine, drought, and war
And the whole global is in unrest
Everyone has to respect Mother Earth
Plastic, toxic, pollution, burning fossil…
All the man created things work against him
It’s a Karma theory
Mother nature is unforgiving force
Treat her well, she would pardon you
The best to act now, the best you can do today
Don’t wait for a tomorrow, it would be too late.
Copyright © Seenith Vivekananda | Year Posted 2020
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Seenith Vivekananda Poem
Let Me Free
So vast global, so tiny space, for distancing
Old’s gone as new ways conquered
Some of them challenge to adopt newer
While many of them let to be confused
Where the evil virus resides.
Stop, rest, think what did right and wrong
Still nobody knows to protect and escape
Young needs to be taught; old to adopt
Many left lonely as others gathered for discovery
Is it possible? How would it work?
So many rumors spread like Corona virus.
Introduced routines to tackle the pandemic
And here come lock-downs and social distancing
Businesses closed; schools shuttered; asylum at home
Family life was easy at work from home
But for some it’s bitter
Passing time: reading, yuk! Writing ouch! Games, nah!
Depression stamped mental ill.
Health and government authority became new masters
How long is the new way of slavery?
Break the boundary for freedom someone said
Want to create another wave of pandemic?
Masters warned, but freedom always be rebellious
Want the freedom, free us, free us, echoed in the globe
Freedom would be upon the birth of vaccine…
What? …
Copyright © Seenith Vivekananda | Year Posted 2020
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