Shift In The Season Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Blow, blow, blow---
You're adding fuel to the fire.
For, you don't care
the flutter fowl.
You've struck down his peepal tree,
On whose baby branch
Singing he was, the morning song.
Blow, blow, blow---

You're adding fuel to the fire,
For, you've seized the shrubbery of shy gazelles,
She no longer swings or sees the black gorilla.
Blow, blow, blow---

You've slain the siblings of tall Chinar,
It could live a thousand years as its grandma.
A refuge for roofless travellers.
Blow, blow, blow---

You've raped the rosiness of scenic greens,
Then denounced the truth of the unseen.
Blow, blow, blow---

You have made everything unclean
owned by our ailing earth,
Be up to facing these questions on your new birth.
Blow, blow, blow---

Now you're howling for a bowl of fresh water.
You're adding fuel to the fire.
You're a reason for your own destruction,
And crossed a forbidden line,
You've got to pay its fine,
This shift in the seasons is a
high sign.....