Written by Apu Mondal.

Destiny stands still,
A flower or two fall
Before their time
On mother earth's lap
While the others
Look on,
How very heavy the air
Breathes,
And the trees sigh,
The mother plant sheds
Dew-drop tears
Amidst fears
Of more abortive events
And a grey future
How sad and hardened
Is Mother Earth,
Having seen destiny's
Hand in these deaths
Like death sentences.

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