(poem by Soumya, September, 2024)
The perfect world,
Where once all was serene,
I witnessed a tale unseen.
A world once beautiful and connected,
now lies in disarray,
Like a tattered cloth, torn by each.
In days of yore,
we lived as one,
laughter echoing,
beneath the golden sun.
There was harmony between -
You and me,
nature, living and still;
But now,
the world's a mess,
a chaotic sight.
All to their own,
they rush and they roam,
No sharing, no caring,
just a selfish home.
Once a bright beautiful place
turned into a stinky grey concoction of dirty mess.
They pull and they tug,
with all their might,
Till the fabric of the world,
is torn from sight.
I, watched
as the world did stray,
From the path of kindness,
to a selfish way.
The mountains,
once a symbol of unity and might,
Now stand as barriers, dividing the light.
The rivers,
once a source of life and fun,
Now flow with greed, and a never-ending run.
The forests,
once a haven of peace and rest,
Now wither away, like a love that's been repressed.
I saw the people, with their faces aglow,
Their eyes fixed on screens,
as the world below,
Did crumble and fall, like a house of cards,
Their love for the world, lost in the shards.
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