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Whither Warming?

Forfeiting the environment

As the sun rises in the east,

The day breaks with a beat,

As the sun reaches the noon,

The day blasts with a swoon,

As the sun sets in the west,

The day subdues with a rest.


 As the morn challenges  with a bet,

The noon  perspires with a sweat,

 As the eve  wrenches with  a dust,

The night sleeps with a crust.



 As the morning starts in  a hurry,

The noon pushes into a dreary,

 As the eve rushes into a fatigue,

The night settles in an intrigue.



As the morning warmth is cosy,

The noon heat is fiery,

 As  the evening air is sultry,

The night environ is  swanky


 As the  day becomes warmer,

The night becomes a  torture,

 As the sway unfolds a tirade,

The sweep controls a fade.



Whither goes the world?

Towards a driest fold.

Whither goes the warming?

Towards a land swarming.

Whither goes the  inkling?

Towards a bay tickling.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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