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Swathi Bharadwaj Poem
I want to leave the earth, and go beyond the stars.
What I see here, is just buildings and cars.
Life on this planet, is this way how I rate.
Its so ordinary, it is nothing great.
Start off with school, and lead a college life.
Then get into kitchen and learn to hold the knife.
Take a big loan, and fly abroad.
Got a foreign degree? You have struck the chord!
But all this not for knowledge, its just for the money.
People can do anything, to gain even a penny.
Corruption and politics is spread everywhere.
I don’t remember when was peace in the air.
Bombing the planes and bombing the trains.
I see tears more than the rains.
And if there are rains, they are filled with acid.
Even under bright lights, life is not placid.
People in the city, spend for nothing good.
While those in the villages, are starving without food.
This is the world today, and will be the same tomorrow.
If we don’t change it, we’ll have only sorrow.
So let’s all unite, and make the planet shine.
Till then I’ll repeat, the same thought of mine.
I want leave the earth, and go beyond the stars.
Where life is something more, than just buildings and cars.
Copyright © Swathi Bharadwaj | Year Posted 2007
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Swathi Bharadwaj Poem
Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.
Is this my place?
A thought makes my mind race.
We walked on roads, without a glance.
Now walking on roads, is taking a chance.
So many vehicles, so much pollution.
Is this real, or is this illution?
Where are the trees, where are the birds feathered?
All seem to be so endangered.
What I see is chaos and commotion.
Growing and growing is IT's invation.
I wonder if I can get back those days.
When clouds looked like flying maze.
But here I sit in my cab and gaze.
A sight filled with smoky haze.
I think and think as my watch goes tick.
Who's making my city so sick?
I see my land, I see it sink.
We have to do something, or we'll loose it in a wink.
So lets spread green, and lets all hurry.
Before the nature shows its fury.
By planting trees again and again.
Its not money, its life that we gain.
Isn't this a thought, a thought we must ponder.
I reach my destination, while I still wonder.
Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.
Is this my homeland?
O God! soon wave your magic wand.
Copyright © Swathi Bharadwaj | Year Posted 2007
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