The Other Language. Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

let biology return to its health and chronology past by;
greed and high consumes have reached to the peak
enough and enough has been done
now a recess, an exchange that we deserve comes the grimace;
roars of sea and howls of wind,
burnt up beetles and turtles upside down,
sea -shells shivering and corals torched must have stories of theirs own,
a hole in the sky,
or a default in the earth,
melting of ice and sprouting of wildfires have theirs say.

we are blindfolded but nature must not be-
with measures soft or hard,
bitter or sweet it will take its course,
in biology healing comes from within and let the clock be set right,
the little or small is beautiful;
the earth craves for its health, vigour and tranquility;
let biology win and chronology past by.
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