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When
Were we meant to walk on asphalt ?
Speed in the fast petrol driven cars ?
Fly in aircrafts- clamber towards the moon ?
There is bound to come a day when we have to halt !
Whom shall we blame then ? Who will be at fault ?
The smooth black velvet sky like a canopy, shield
Glimmering wondrous stars , the silver moon
Why wren't we content and enjoyed these wonders ?
Given by The One above as a lasting boon
We must someday perish maybe a decade too soon !
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
