What keeps these clouds afloat
That makes the raindrops
What lifts them up-and bring back,
The sun is nowhere near!

Have you burned the forest
Or, smoked all day and nights-
The earth is warming day by day,
No sweet as you may taste them!

The grey-Himalayas bleeds ice and snow
But, the lakes are empty, where did they go?
Have you wrapped them in plastic bags?
Or, thought to save it for your children?

~

Time

When the time will tell
"this ground belongs to you"
where the flames of desire have
burned down things, you always knew.

When the time will tell
it was windy, and the blazing fumes
were crawling over your face
somehow, you couldn't see the evening sun
making its way through; to your place.

When the time will tell
"Oh, the time you took to assimilate"
your belongings will be spared, for
the memories you have sold, to recollect

what will you do?
how well you'd stood?
when the time will tell
"not very soon".
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