Meenachilar

A green approach to the ascend Feels volatile, and in a haste As if want to nurture the land So humble to bank and life Offer life blood and splendid in this eve Feather she wrap to curdle her style She will descend all in its pave Rather muddy in her style Sink all land she budges around Lives that drown in her lap Virtue she forgot sometimes Extreme that futile the values Take life in a fanatic way Impart life in a fantastic way None will condemn on her deed Yet lament to her ways They are the sinners who slash her way So she hack all as she desire………… ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.