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A jungle of hell




I lost my way in the woods,
there is no sunshine to caress,
no rain to melt with,
no green to rejoice in,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with no guffaws of the hyenas,
no chatter of the monkeys,
or the roars of a lion,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with no pearly falls from the mountain,
no mountain at all,
no chilling breeze cutting through my sweat,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with not the music of the bamboos,
not the trot of a deary deer,
nor the melody of a cuckoo,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with not the hunters killing for food,
with not the saw men cutting for good,
nor their intent very pure,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
where there are concrete all around,
bricks that overlay the fertile land,
gummy tar that nullifies the greens of the ancient past,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
where there is no land to plough,
no soil to seed, no shoots to water,
yet food to eat, in the heavy laden plates of gold,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
where animals petted for slaughter,
children petted for labour,
and to men this does not matter,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
where the coffers brim with the silver,
the rich dress in dead worms,
the poor dress in rags,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
in this wood which holds,
the greed of men, the future of mankind,
the reality glazed with diamonds,
Oh! It is hell, yet a jungle!

I lost my way in this wood,
I'd better like to find a way back home,
to me, to humanity,
to the off springs of the greedy, to the greedy itself,
I'd like to be away from this jungle!

Comments

  1. But where does one go? A powerful verse about today's world. It disturbs the mind and soul.

    The repetition of the line, "I lost . . ." brings about the poignancy of the entire scenario and echoes in the head long after one has left this page.

    Joy always,
    Susan

    P. S: Liking the new look. Less complicated and soothing to the eye. Good job.

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    1. I guess that is one major problem that we face, Susan. We can't go anywhere, but we'll have to stand up and face the reality. We'll have to take steps against what we're up for, right? I want the readers to think over this and come up with some solution. I want them to be aware of the reality and take measures to get the best out of the earth rather than destroying it day after day.

      Thanks a ton for your comment, dear Susan. And the simple look of the blog was inspired by many other blogs I visited. :)

      Best,
      Gayathree

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