The missing connection

The missing connection short poem

May be
the winds
might know
which way
it turned,
or fish might guide
through that deep
undercurrent.
The flora and fauna
of that desolated island,
help unravel the mystery
if it ever land.
But with all the
technologies,
the advancements,
the assorted languages we speak,
against some forces
we still are very weak,
we selfishly ignored
one basic connect,
the language
we never developed,
with nature
we failed to communicate,
instead of self
we blame the fate.

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Swathi Rao
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A nice introspective..

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This is one of the finest writings we have seen from you @Abhishek_Jain, drives home a point with so much simplicity and clarity. Wonderful!

Archana Sharma
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well written.. the concept of nature vs technology has been aptly described

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Abhiji, to commune with nature is a higher discipline only few has so far achieved. Eye-opener of a poem.

J.rid
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A wonderful poem, I enjoyed very much reading, yes it is
the only way an inner peace can be achieved. a blending
with the mother.

Kavita Jain
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very beautiful poem indeed , we really fell short understanding a language nature speaks which can also connect us to the eternity

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