In the mirror of time I do not see the foot prints of years
I have seen trees shedding their leaves about 60 times
I have also seen hunger dribbling its drops of sweat
from the first bicycle entering my village to man setting his feet on the moon I have seen the entire span of Man’s journey in this century.
I dreamt that this century would see
A new sky showering drizzles of stars
on a new country
But alas! what did I see?
I have seen down pour
of bombs from Paris to Pearl Harbor
I have seen gushing floods of human blood
Inundating those very two rivers Which gave birth to the Sumerian civilization.
I have also seen great monuments of humanity being reduced to shambles.
My words of anguish streamed into newspapers to become Headlines
I am now not left with many years nor tears
I now see the foot prints of time
Is this the fruit of mother earth revolving around the sun for so many ages?
I now see history facing this question.
EARTH AN EPIC
Even by bloodshed, which is indefinably superior to gold
Dreams did not become realities-
Only fools do not know that
evolution also is subject to evolution-
When the earth is ploughed with a plough
Only then it becomes a country
When the earth is ploughed with a quill
Then it becomes an epic
If it is not ploughed either with a plough or quill
It is merely just merely earth-
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24 hours of distance lies from sun to sun
only two hearts of distance lies
from human being to human being-
The sky opening up its pink folds
flying itself in the winds of dawn-
Look! How many riffles of distance lies
from village to war-