The scorching sand is set to die <br />beneath the tree-shaded sky; <br />Experience life’s dark and light, <br />and don’t give up without a fight. <br /> <br />The moon that pulls the seas waxes and wanes in Heaven; <br />Our assumptions on her contrariness may be forgiven. <br />And the sun that burns the days, lights our ambitions at its hest; <br />Life’s chosen ones are warmed and truly blest. <br /> <br />Alec does the work followed by many; <br />The admass pay more than a pretty penny; <br />The consumer’s experience is the acme of the Brand; <br />You’ve just been had: welcome to the Promised Land! <br /> <br />All those who know the tribulations of the community, <br />Know the disease that affects its members’ affinity: <br />Janus-faced politicians whose principles we uphold, <br />Are petty tyrants carved from a hellish mould. <br /> <br />The kal-yug of tomorrow is the ever-passing today; <br />After who or what the deluge, doesn’t matter or it may- <br />The light that has many colors is bound by Nature’s law, <br />Bargain hunters have wagered Earth’s survival in this see-saw. <br /> <br />An inconvenient truth is a hill to climb, <br />For you to bolt past, posture, or be left behind; <br />Billions of particles left out in space, <br />Aye, do they spell doom for our race? <br /> <br />Copyright © SC <br />5th February 2008 <br />Mumbai.<br /><br />Subroto Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitter-battle/
