their faces, they are unable to breathe;
Not having wheels, they couldn’t get outside the town,
Ridiculous…Unable to hear their moaning before death;
Unable to speak,
The symbol of resistance, oh! Gods’ finest creation;
Their business is only to give,
And you sow the seed of your own destruction;
Alas! Just for the sake of fleeting moment of happiness,
You are buying your own death;
Leave aside your flower and incense,
Nothing has been left for your last wreath;
This little happiness is able to bring sea of sorrow,
Save them Oh! Son of god, if you want lively morrow:
rajdeep bhattacharya(28 oct 08)
“writting for my nature trees plants animals
so dont buy crackers, bombs, please save our mother earth”
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