World Of Danger- as I Think

World of danger … as I think..
Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water
that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses
who can never dream of drinking water to the brim
of their mouths for the liquid is as spinach juice.

Think of the insolent scholar with knowledge exuberant
vibrates the unalterable wisdom of men of letters
who are drenched in a queer pleasure of sadists
to tear him unbearably as they pluck a waste sheet from a book.

Think of Coco-Cola, Mirinda, Sprite or Slice delicious
in alluring bottles with varied colours glaring
accelerating the youth’s rejoicements that contaminate
their energetic flesh to embrace dark ailments.

Oh! God, in the world of vulnerable dirt and pest
stimulated by the swelling masses and the edibles,
dwelling I am, now striving to maintain my span
of life improbably unaffected by mysterious diseases.

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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Preeti
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A very relevant message especially in today’s polluted world! Beautiful writing!

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