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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

On the edge

In the last fortnight, there have been incidents when the air quality of our national capital has deteriorated alarmingly. It is the wake up sign.. If not us then who, if not now then when... The mother nature is waiting for some answers...

The thick shroud of smog;
goodbye whisper of autumn,
stuck in hazy dusk;
the raging echo of our callousness;
dismal glower of Nature;
looming question of doom!


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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

4 comments:

  1. I like the creativity of pairing the two poetry forms. The longest line of the kimo suggested passion after the shorter lines of the haiku.

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  2. Lovely poetry! Our air quality has been bad here too with bushfires, it's so sad :(

    Hope that your week is going well :)

    Away From Blue

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    1. Just praying that we all can reflect upon the underlying issues and resolve

      Rab rakha

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