Poem

Caning Clouds

Plants were caned
Through the cane of annoyance
That slashed the crop black and blue
Innocent crop crouched on the earth pleading

Shower of rain
from the clouded heavy heart
Of the innocent poor peasants in pain
Inundated them in the flood of anguish in vain

Bleeding their eyes
Starving their bellies n haunting weeny figures
Suffered as sleep too refused to soothe their misery
Poor their hardship haunted their sincerity cruelly

These victims never
Did invent luxuries, never did disrespect earth
Yet they faced ocean of tears, starless nights
Resolving to shun cultivation resumed to sell their sweat to builders and business men!

If the same continues, what would we fill our bellies with?
Does our artificial life provide food artificial too?
Ain’t untimely rains result of our unmindful acts?
Shan’t we ever come out of our comfort zones?

Ain’t we all unitedly reasonable for what’s happening?
If yes, are we contributing our part to restore the serenity of earth?
Unless we shun the practices harmful, we can’t ever stop ourselves from destruction!

@Raji❤