Bemoaning Meadows

         Bemoaning Meadows

 

A tale of woes, we meadows unfold,

Changing seasons, thrilled us untold,

Slaves to the ploughs’ spikes, we are,

Planes cruelly torn, abide many a scar.

 

Victim of floods, with droughts at war,

Wearing sheets of frost, near and afar,

Sneaking thru an ordeal, O back to life,

Ages gone, ah no one noted our strife!

 

Soothe man’s wants, robbed of treasure,

Cracks bridged, never to cost of measure,

Nursing generation, humans and the wild,

We weathered horrors, ah for love smiled.

 

Bonded slaves we were, to ambitions wild, 

Nursing avarice, hidden thine spears styled,

Brethren’s blood, had trickled in my breast,

An irony! Why must you call, humans blest?

 

Wring from thy eyes, thy-selves the censure,

Hast thou forgot, life’s a sojourn, still unsure,

You laughed it out, and fire escaped thy lips,

You’d lit the inferno, aye nestled in fiery grips. 

 


By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, November 20, 2025

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