A Tempest Of Sorts

Wind of the solitude,

Streamed for a breeze,

The calm bequeaths me,

As I envision the storm.

There lying before me,

A child yells for his mother,

As people huddle,

For they have lost their sole will.

It has struck fast,

A tempest of sorts,

Taking away our land,

And away our very brethren.

Breeze after breeze,

Hitting harder as time passes on,

Oh! please stop my Lord,

For we cannot move on.

Into the eye of the storm,

I hear wails on and on,

As I see people getting flung around,

Oh my! What is this state we are on?

Oh! Ravicious wind please smooth on,

Please forgive us if we have done wrong,

Leave for the far away,

As it is hard for us to leave all.

Trashing our ancestral land,

We cannot tread on,

Because connected are we with this fine land,

That has given us our own.

As time passed on,

And the dust swept by,

I then saw what was left behind,

Heaps of bodies mistaken as trash,

Thrown askew in despairs form.

Ah! This is not the dream I envision,

For in my sight and my vision,

I see a future of peace,

Not drugged with misery.

But alas! Man doth art know thy mistakes,

The path thy treaded on,

Briddled with mistakes and further storms,

Being unable to conquer all.

Try to unite as one,

Cultivate this harmonious symphony,

Be one with nature's form,

For then you would hear this heart's beat.

For then you would hear the nature's beat,

That has skipped through generations,

To be one with those destined,

With a green thumb and a beauty of a mind,

To be one with those destined,

To save what is left of a crumbling heart.

Farmer's April

April is a month of heat waves in the equatorial countries and one's by it which makes life for the one's who truly feed us, our dear farmer's life miserable. I read time and again about farmers committing suicide because their crops fail them. Because they cannot sustain their own or their families life. Now let's make this post global to aware the authorities around the world the plight of the true breadwinners 'the farmers' and make them take an initiative to help them.

Farmers April

To what purpose April do you return again,
This month has always given me pain.
Standing there mocking me my crops fail,
It gives me sadness that I can only wail.

This desolate fortitude of land,
That has turned into a pile of sand,
Stares back at me in mirth,
As it turns into hopeless dearth.

Every day I toil around,
To see the land a bit more browned,
With my hopes up do I work again,
To turn around what is now a bane.

For this month of my sleeps terror,
Has led me back again further,
With death mocking me as my crops fail,
To what purpose April do you return again?

Stranded

On this bereft island am I stranded,
Unknown the path that led home,
The very home I despised once,
For the kraken had destroyed its shore.

Home sweet home you would think,
But my home far beyond here,
Waged war with the nature,
Slowly eroding it's very grace.

Said to be once a land of promise,
Of beauty and wisdom,
Of flourishing plants and animals,
And a relished beauty within.

Gracious was the joy,
Of every one in a bliss,
Until the dark shadows loomed above,
And the beast lurking within made its move.

Oh! The rising tides and the cracking grounds,
The puffing monster's of magma,
The sliding earth and the shots of lightning,
And the rising drought for the growth.

My very home was to be doomed,
But action in course was taken,
To make survive of what was left,
A battle soon ensued.

As if lamenting for the loss,
The people tried to make peace,
With the nature that it once thought lightly,
Which now lashed with fury.

Feeling sorry for the past,
Where once did people foresee such a future,
And warn with a cry for action,
For which an answer failed for reaction.

Oh! Well this very shadowed past,
Is full of sorrow,
But hope is a clue,
That I am clinging to.

Standing in this bereft island,
Of plastic and metal,
Feeling for the last nutrients of my land,
We travel to the future.

To the future,
That may hold a healthy land,
A healthy planet,
That we may hope to conserve.