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| Baijnath Gupta |
The Helpless Earth
The Saturn from
The murky sky
Holds a conference
With the earth.
Why do you
Pull a long face?
How have you withered
At such a pace?
I lived happily
With my children
Till they tilled and lived with grace.
Then knowledge and science
Tamed their spirit
And they began a Glorious race.
They worked against nature
And cut all sources of life
With no trees in the vicinity
Began their endless strife.
In their cosy, closed cabins
Their nostrils struggled to breathe
Their dainty dwelling became their grave
And their science could not save.
The structures they had built
Have now become their tomb
I'm sad as even my tears
Cannot now irrigate my barren womb.
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Bio: Dr. Baijnath Gupta is Associate Professor and Head Department of English, DSN Postgraduate College, Unnao (Affiliated to CSJM University Kanpur). He has edited an Anthology of Poems and has contributed twenty-nine research articles to various National and International journals of repute. He has published several of his poems in different anthologies, journals and magazines. A collection of his poems is under publication.
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