Friday, April 19, 2013

Dying Farmlands

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Was she like a virtuous bride
Clad in greens spread far and wide
Adorned in pearls of glistening dew
Swaying ripened paddy of golden hue
Her sensuous scent wafting in wind
Was she once a joy to behold

Shorn now of the greens draping her
Stripped to sate the human greed
Savaged by the sons of her own
Split to form several ugly habitats
She lies like a withered old corpse
Sun sighing at her barren bosom!

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