The subcontinent is hit by floods and earthquakes,
the unconcerned illiterate ducks
busy in their quakes, quakes, quakes!
Poverty with a sword in its right hand
and a cut head in its left,
nationalists praising in songs a hungry land!
Nature itself a duck no means for the mental shakes
just laying more eggs and quakes, quakes, quakes!
Population crossing the danger red mark
scarcity of food and water at its climax
epidemic of hate sickness and people without a mask
painful infectious breath that it gives or takes
all in war fever and quakes, quakes, quakes!
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An astute observation on people's behavior. Over population, poverty and natural disasters are ugly faces of third world countries yet people seem not to care at all. An incisive and perceptive write. Another brilliant poem of a.great Poet. Liked the title of this marvelous write.