DEAD GREENS
Pronab Kumar Majumder
Mere touch of human hands
Annihilate greens on earth
And dead greens treat humans
With deadly reprisals.
Man is half aware of it
Another half occupied by
Vainglorious march of possessions.
Trillion horses have been let loose
Blindly boisterously are they
Rushing trampling smashing
Architectures articulated by Man himself
Who not knowing are self-killers.
Who will calm and harness Man
To give a different vision of paradise
That could be raised on earth itself?
O God, would you intervene
Before all reduced to ashes nothingness?