Those silver shards
Baguettes of sky
Fell…
Polishing my garden interlocks
Blurring vision of
Weary world outside.
A marred graveyard
Its hankerings hazy
Iris bulbs missed to bloom
Cornflowers,
In vain tracing roots.
Performance of a pint-sized germ.
Quick-witted folk lose all sanity
Tremble,
The morn
Of a forthcoming doomsday.
A contrast
Scads of flamingos along the rills
Panorama of pink.
Murky springs restored
Plain water gushing forth
Mirrors a sapphire sky
Profuse, the fishes and frogs.
A discrepancy
Of deft and distress.
On the letter to mankind written
Covid 19.
Mere retribution to
Those dark and deep desires,
Halo Hypocrisies
And incessant materialisms
Perchance.
Or all this
In terse,
Candid way of nature.
~Soorya S Kumar
Alappuzha, India
Nice dear?
അടിപൊളി
Chechi super?
Good