At Least

Seems in an era of dryness Hotness parched lives terribly Planted a hope to spread its shade Goodness that feed all with its thump Variable part that seldom rule There a threshold glimpse in fences Detached land that seldom speak Neighbor an invader in its style Calmness that listens devils tongue Overhaul time and trap own wings Time was in haste as it is One was feeding all its way Sowed hatred spread its wings Annihilation blended in sand A poisonous part of life's ruin Hatred sprouts as branchless tree Heart vibrates in extreme terms Air will be toxic and roam endless Burn it on the yard and flee from there For a peaceful tomorrow at least! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved