REPENTANCE

The blue sky is more bluer,
and the birds are flying higher.
Like jet-streams above trees,
full of life and no worries.

I wonder how it feels above,
for the sailing white dove.
Gleefully stretching its wings,
above clouds on Northern winds.

The eagle with a majestic curve,
pierces the sky and then a swerve.
Really no worries, really really no,
as it darts towards the earth below.

There is a skein on the ground,
overhead a swarm buzzing abound.
Family of some tramping geese,
and a dark veil of honey bees.

Street dogs! On the streets,
now routinely no human greets.
With keen sense they do wonder,
how humans did this blunder.

The mummy cat and its litter,
now does not cut across path.
Hue of Men now sans the glitter,
caged itself by Nature's wrath.

Towards a grey world now headed,
blindly trudged as none dreaded.
Nature lashed at us with its fury,
in isolating self by The Jury.

Now barred behind our own bars,
we who bragged stepping on Mars.
Brought to our knees so soon,
who once said to have landed on moon.

The ones who till now played God,
did not foresee turning of the wheel.
Right from dawn did foolishly trod,
with wrongdoings and broken deal.

As a mother forgiving the prodigal son,
being repentant returns to her fold.
We still can undo, else there will be none,
to relate our history and memoirs of old.


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