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Mihika Saraf

Tragedy


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Mihika Saraf

Tragedy


Trespassed The Limit

Trespassed The Limit

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An idle fir tree lonely,

Lost on a whiteness height,

Draped in the silence of the frost,

Axe's prey, fallen down and away, out of kindness' sight.


The ebony digs show their work of pain,

A prey to new humanity's evil play,

And no longer remains its rightful terrain.


Your merciful shade raised many,

Cuts and carves signifying the maturity,

Keeping lakhs in the village, why slaughtering lakhs in the city?


Greed is the new religion of humanity's creed,

And none count your taken pains,

And each selects a tower, till no tree remains...


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