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Sharmila Shankar Poem
Is it really colder this winter?
Or is the world growing colder towards one another?
Shouldn’t it have been cooler rather than colder?
The sounds of machine guns held by men toting them have replaced those of snow guns…
Where snow blades should have been seen,
Bladed weapons are umpteen,
No church bells can be heard,
But they are simply tolling for the dead.
Men are not masked as Santa Claus spreading joy,
But rather the sickness by going around without masks with an intent to destroy…
Not yet another thrilling winter but…
Such a chilling winter! Such a chilling winter!
Copyright © Sharmila Shankar | Year Posted 2022
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Sharmila Shankar Poem
Where is all the fuel gone to?
To fuel the raging fires in the world
Or fuel the warm and hearty fireplaces in homes….?
O! Where is all the bio-fuel gone to?
Has all the air gone to stoke fires at every battle station…?
Or has it gone inside cars to facilitate an enjoyable summer vacation?
Or has it all gone to fuel the windmills?
Or to serve as a path for many a biological weapon?
O! Where has all the water gone to?
To fuel water disputes around the world?
Or to cool the raging fires in the world?
O! Where has all the fuel gone to?
To renew life by renewing itself…?
Copyright © Sharmila Shankar | Year Posted 2022
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