What Are We

What Are We short poem

We clear up lands of forest primeval
Only to plant new ones for survival;
Leaders scheme to modernize their nation
Others hold back, crying conservation;
Settlers would get land appropriations
While natives move into reservations;
We dig canals, but cover up ditches
In times past we treat good men like witches;

We lure tourists with thrills and suggestions
And suffer traffic jams and congestions;
Nations arrange games for friendly matches
Supporters fight each other on the benches;
Many pray to kind gods, but kill for grace
Or arm, ready for war so there is peace;

Some rare insects we have sought and cared best
While those living with us we kill as pest;
We keep rites, sutras for copulation
And then warn of overpopulation.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Yes all this in your poem is true. Life is full of such anomalies you have caught
them well.

Chandrama Deshmukh

Everytime I read your poems I can’t stop going back to your earlier published works.
These thoughts have crossed my mind so often and you have weaved them in words beautifully.
The irony of life is so disturbing at times, I wonder which is the real and which is the unreal.
Love your poems!


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