TRAVELLING TRANSITION

When I was a small child,

I was not so wild

I was completely in his hand

And I was his own brand

When I grew up a little,

I found him growing a bit brittle

Now I had only a few things to say

Including that I had friends to play

When I continued to grow,

I hid things from his show

I hesitated to continue his talk

But my friends and I continued to walk

If I grew so high,

I might handle him with a sigh

I found myself shy

But I cannot understand why

I think this is generation gap

It goes away when I am in a trap

Life is too long to realize I was wrong

This gap is not something that should prolong

M. ARUN KUMAR

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PERSISTING PLASTIC

Eyes wandered here and there

to see something more beautiful.

But I found this world to have

thousands of plastics, plentiful.

Along my way to an unknown place,

I found it lying in different forms —

like bags, toys, cups, and rice,

in spite of the existing norms.

I saw it thrown as large heaps,

in landfills and the ocean deep,

that slowly enter animals, and

lead mankind toward a painful sleep.

Just because of this living dynamite

animal foods have turned drastic.

Jute and rice may rise like the sun,

if the earth gets rid of plastic.

M. ARUN KUMAR


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- ARUN KUMAR