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I peeped throu’ the window a few days back,
The deep woods over there, presented a gloomy picture.
The tall trees, shedding leaves, exposed their skeletal frame,
The woods looked as if the Nature had fallen into slumber.
A few days later when I gazed again hopefully,
Pleasantly surprised I was to see a dramatic change.
Tender leaves sprouted, like newly born baby’s grin,
The woods displayed a touch of green here and there.
As more days pass by, to my great excitement,
The Nature awakens and with her magic wand,
Turns the woods into vivid green; overshadowing trunks grey,
A picturesque sight for the eyes of Wordsworth to rhyme.
The yellow Dandelion flowers popping up on meadows,
Seem to warmly welcome the refreshing spring.
Flowers blooming in varied and vibrant colours,
Captivate me with unbounded joy and peace.
Small animals are enthused by the changing scenario;
Come out of their burrows to move freely around;
An opportune time for some to start building their nets.
A squirrel running briskly on the top of the fence
Stops suddenly, rising its head, watches cautiously,
To make sure it is safe to continue its unscheduled journey.
A sparrow squeezes into the small hole of the wooden box,
Pegged to the corner tree of the garden,
To dutifully feed the young ones inside.
And birds of varied size and shade frequent the garden,
Hopping here and there to pick their prey carefully.
Now the spring has come to every one’s delight,
Leaving the dreadful and barren winter far behind. throu’ the window a few days back,
The deep woods over there, presented a gloomy picture.
The tall trees, shedding leaves, exposed their skeletal frame,
The woods looked as if the Nature had fallen into slumber.
A few days later when I gazed again hopefully,
Pleasantly surprised I was to see a dramatic change.
Tender leaves sprouted, like newly born baby’s grin,
The woods displayed a touch of green here and there.
As more days pass by, to my great excitement,
The Nature awakens and with her magic wand,
Turns the woods into vivid green; overshadowing trunks grey,
A picturesque sight for the eyes of Wordsworth to rhyme.
The yellow Dandelion flowers popping up on meadows,
Seem to warmly welcome the refreshing spring.
Flowers blooming in varied and vibrant colours,
Captivate me with unbounded joy and peace.
Small animals are enthused by the changing scenario;
Come out of their burrows to move freely around;
An opportune time for some to start building their nets.
A squirrel running briskly on the top of the fence
Stops suddenly, rising its head, watches cautiously,
To make sure it is safe to continue its unscheduled journey.
A sparrow squeezes into the small hole of the wooden box,
Pegged to the corner tree of the garden,
To dutifully feed the young ones inside.
And birds of varied size and shade frequent the garden,
Hopping here and there to pick their prey carefully.
Now the spring has come to every one’s delight,
Leaving the dreadful and barren winter far behind.

On a desolate beach, a nine year old child is raped,
Thrown into a foundry boiler, a ten year old girl
Is burnt alive; coming to know the father dies of shock.
A school boy finishes off his mate in a fit of rage,
For the victim failed to repay the loan, a paltry sum.
Starved of hard cash to indulge in the week-end revelry,
Students way lay a doctor to rob of his belongings.
Home alone, house wives become victims
Of the unsuspecting visitors knocking at their doors.
In a busy and crowded market place, in broad day light
Armed with deadly weapons, a few beasts chase a person,
Hack him to death; walk away with blood soaked hands.
An infidel wife with the help of her paramour
Kills her husband, to continue her affair, uninterrupted.
And a gun-wielding savage shoots indiscriminately,
Killing the innocent and terrified children in a class room.
The terrorists, a serious threat to global peace,
By their evil designs, hold the humanity to ransom.
What you’ve read is not from any fiction or a thriller;
But real incidents, happening every day,
On the face of the Earth, our insecure abode.
The movies exhibiting excessive violence and vulgarity,
The umpteen channels churning out loathsome episodes,
The self-styled leaders whipping up racial and religious passions,
Corrupt and misguide the vulnerable minds.
The nexus between the self- centred politicians,
The conniving police force and under ground dons,
Has demoralised the society at large.
Often the prison is a retreat to the criminals,
Who relax and revel in the peaceful ambience
Only come back to pursue their ‘profession’ more vigorously.
The heinous crimes and brutal murders, rising alarmingly,
Only expose the degeneration of the ailing society.
A nation can survive even reduced to bankruptcy,
There is always a chance for reform and revival;
But not with a morally crippled society,
That would spell doom however mighty the nation may be.

No use abusing
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep

–R.K.SINGH