Nature Becomes Irony

By Abhishek Kumar Anmol

Nature becomes irony where the wind blows in detection

It gives a painful loud voice where bustle in the opposite direction

We collect the dirt from everywhere in the society

People were thrown everywhere in the society

From a single packet, lots of germs spread

We are facing lots of germs challenges by dead

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We can raise our wing where fleet everywhere

Until someone cut and blood is coming from everywhere

Should we collect our small seed again we flourish it

Can we grow a small baby plant to come out from it?

Can we blame nature become the angry vision

We make weak to come out a happy vision

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We can cross our limits where the hump

Should never do that foolish deep

Nature is in direct contact with oxygen

Until we don’t breathe always shouting clarion

Our pond and rivers become like a planet of hell

Where we are cut tree and body drifting inside in them all

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I can sit around the pond find my relative

Where they come from and vanish easily in the hall of fame

By deep voice can somebody raise a hand?

To help everyone and they can heal better from a wound

Every day I can still be waiting to stop counting

Where the body serve and sealed in wrapping

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O my motherland so can you save us

Until my body goes in beyond of us

From two year life seen as a black monster

On our head, they can come to every door

I saw a carpet of the body were lying where an area has seen alike

It saw like an ocean of dead bodies on the black surface

By Abhishek Kumar Anmol