SMOG ( AFTER GUARDIAN)
I have so much
to write,
longer than ten
novels immediate,
more and more
of themes and takes,
my small head cannot take as much,
though headache sporadic resting
upon my forehead and veins,
yet a commitment
like that of
God’s Boon and Assured Protection.
Under the sticky fog and smog,
always a
face-mask and air -purifier,
noisy air pollution and traffic
unavoidable, pouring out themes
and thoughts ,colorless
shapes in
heaps and boundary less
. pray for
a new Science be born to save these
“breathing and
coughing and dying
too soon”.
Here for me, no love, neither love lost,
But a yearning passion to save these
Trodden by
penury and drudgery .
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