Barren Clouds
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The sun stares with his burning eyes
And the fearful clouds fly away.
They forget to rain
and escape out of the horizon!

I am so upset
and sink deep into the inner world.
There, I listen a stunning curse;
The curse of time to man for his greed
and destructive spirt!

I f the seeds don't sprout again
and the spring hesitates to come.
If the seasons get stuck
the progress of science may be cursed?

Hey, man:
"You extend your little finger as the axis
to rotate the world;
Don't show your ugly Pride!

Not only your finger;
Your palm and your arm
may be crushed
Or you may be lost!

You haven't grown enough
to build yardstick
to measure the momentum
of natural forces!"



© Rajendran Thriveni