YES, IT IS ME WHO HAS SEEN ALL
Life is so beautiful but it can reach its last
Man can preach the heaven, yet its promise can fall
Heart can bleed and bleed to breath its last
Yes, it is me , the sole witness who has seen it all..
There is no time to kiss the morning a healthy welcome
Clean air has been replaced by a hot morning tea..
The water is exploited, it is no more the flowing nectar
The flowers have lost their colour, no target for busy bee..
The flora has been defiled to the hilt, its sanctity molested
The forest, the trees no longer are taller than wishes
The easels of vales, hills and silvery streams is ghastly painted
The evening sky is attractive , no welcome when Sun rises.
The music of is lost now, without the majesty of soft attire
The forest path has lost its purity, the sound of fallen leaves
The beast has overpowered beauty, with earth in tear
Nobody is there to sing a lulbi when the heavy heart heaves..
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
Life is so beautiful but it can reach its last
Man can preach the heaven, yet its promise can fall
Heart can bleed and bleed to breath its last
Yes, it is me , the sole witness who has seen it all..
There is no time to kiss the morning a healthy welcome
Clean air has been replaced by a hot morning tea..
The water is exploited, it is no more the flowing nectar
The flowers have lost their colour, no target for busy bee..
The flora has been defiled to the hilt, its sanctity molested
The forest, the trees no longer are taller than wishes
The easels of vales, hills and silvery streams is ghastly painted
The evening sky is attractive , no welcome when Sun rises.
The music of is lost now, without the majesty of soft attire
The forest path has lost its purity, the sound of fallen leaves
The beast has overpowered beauty, with earth in tear
Nobody is there to sing a lulbi when the heavy heart heaves..
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
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