POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
Where is Gold and Mad rush for Gold
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When life is
precious, more precious
Man deems gold , only gold, whatever
May be the modality of approach, reap
And ultimate gain. What is its pristine form,
Before its shiny state of ornament and glitter?
Rush to the mines, deep delve, deeper
Even at the cost of man’s breath and life;
Hard labor, freezing our efforts, pain,
Killing our ambitions and killing
Our desires to amass Gold, Gold,
All attributes of technology failures,
Machines deserting their will power;
The bird, scream, village, pond
And gold mines – all under total
Devastation, yet rush for gold
Runs in man’s blood and strain.
Still Snow runs, snow
captures
Their slumbering mood,
For a hunt , for
their livelihood.
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