Time And Again…

Time And Again... short poem

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A manifestation of her fury,
Made us witness and bury,
Concrete dreams under debris,
As we stand victims of the crisis.

Helpless, she let herself be dug up,
For us to mine wealth and stack up.
But her heart and soul are scarred,
As her blessings upon us are marred.

She let out a sigh of pain in a shiver,
That made us run for lives hither and thither.
Hands tied down we remain accused,
And wait for her wrath to be subdued.

It’s still not late to restore her glory,
Give up on the glitters and multistory.
Heed to the soothsayer’s warning bell,
And save yourselves from a living hell.

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My name is Deepak Janardhan. I live in Bangalore and work for IBM as a Technical Writer. I started writing at the age of 20 years and since then writing has been the love of my life. I am a passionate writer, a hobbyist photographer, an incessant learner and eternal dreamer.
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