A SOCIETY IN LIMBO….

The giant tree,
in the backyards of,
our life,
was our pride,
and delight.
We,
watered it,
manured it,
tended it,
nurtured it,
saw it grow up, up and upwards,
before our naked eyes,
in pride and delight.
Roots spread far and wide,
tree trunk,
strong and pithy,
branches numerous,
so were leaves.
a scent,
a bewitching scent,
it emitted,
its flowers,
cute and prettier,
than red roses and lotuses,
so was the scent,
spread far and wide,
fruits,
edible, too sweet,
we plucked them, ate them,
in huge measure,
inebriating too,
the fruits.
Our
pride, happiness and delight,
turned into sorrow,
upon the changes,
we witnessed among us,
and our children,
drowsiness and numb,
affected us and
our children,
like the tentacles of,
an hydra whirling,
around, squeezing and suffocating us,
moral, ethical lines,
blurred,
our sons,
dropped out of schools and colleges,
and went astray,
our daughters too.
Both our sons and daughters,
went to bed,
with anyone they,
encountered,
daughters turning mothers of,
fatherless children,
sons produced,
hapless orphans,
witnessing helplessly,
in drowsiness,
we sit now,
our pride, delight and arrogance,
all melted away.
No use rooting the giant tree out,
its seeds already fallen on,
all around the ground,
and across the land,
already sprouted and,
grown,
possible it,
to root out the,
evil,
its roots spread,
far and wide?.
And we sit numb,
unable even to weep,
or to complain or protest.
All our own undoing.