Late monsoon
Thokchom Dhanashree*
Any climax herald the harvest
Howsoever more or less
The issue of finding the fittest
Sans all qualities of moral.
The world runs by grabing
If you wobble and grab your share
You are counted in label.
The meat is least
You snatch lest be half full
Our rights are to grab
For we are no naive.
Values and morals
Are a past tense
No man is born simply
You'll be fool if you walk and wait wide.
No govrn't is patron to individual' rights
The flesh and bloodis a stake
To noble living
Society outcast those with no voice.
Cold war had no platform today.
So save the rights
Trade your ego
Find a safe for the next.
You be breathing man.
* Poem written by Thokchom Dhanashree for e-pao.net
The poem is with Writers Forum , Imphal and was published on Dec 2014 ; She can be reached at dhanashree_00(at)rediffmail(doT)com
This poem was webcasted on August 17 2015.
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