Wondrous Toad

By Tejaswi D Shetty

That a wondrous toad is forgotten.

As highly horses taketh from them,

Grasslands and habitats -

turning the merry to a metallic system.

He reaches the burrow.

Only to find the demolished cloaks.

Her tarnished collared shirts,

And teacups on the floor.

Oh, the earth was made for whom?

If not for the hopeless toads or swain.

The sweetness that turns sour -

is what they've now made.

By Tejaswi D Shetty