No roads opened & plunged all
graphs,
Of ackers stood tall, went to dwarf;
As pandemic for ‘none but one’ armed,
Undirected tongues swirled unchecked,
Floors pooled in red of wilds
& pets;
Who could not speak were boiled
& cut,
Saw no mercy but the humans’ gut.
Was planned or not rose several
thoughts,
There was no place to hide but caught;
One could not fly or sail or
walk,
No wall impeded all calls were
dropped.
What could be contained in rathe
but snoozed,
And traversed lands & seas
& cruised;
Won’t name it as its ‘ain’t’ the
last,
What’s lost in past resuscitated in
lands du hast ☹
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2020