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Breezy Tales: A Poem by Lakshmi Ajoy

Is there a single source of pain that accentuates my Soul?
Or those tiny bits from every corner that makes up the whole?
The agony of the cry at wars,
Leaving bodies and hearts with seen and unseen scars.
The abominable destruction of Mother Nature,
Is sure to send man’s fate dooming in the future.
The spread of illnesses, epidemic and pandemic,
Marks significant changes with the human body systemic.
The imprudent use of natural resources,
Challenging the planetary balance and life forces.
The betrayal of relationships and dalliance,
Breaking trust and faith in the sacred alliance.
The fateful tears shed on the departure of loved ones,
The deceased at the end of life realize and shuns.
I unfurl and encompass the world in veils,
As that gentle breeze to render these untold tales.