A nation stands on the brink of destiny,
had good choices to make - so many.
Instead they planted the poison seed,
hoping for good, to fulfill their need.
Poison branches spread towards the skies,
while deep in darkness, the roots of lies.
After five decades came - 'venom flower';
Its sweet toxin finally did overpower.
Pollens of mistrust flew in the breeze,
affecting the healthy bordering trees.
It bore the much awaited toxic fruit -
fed on tears, ignorance - making it moot.
Prasenjit©2023
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