Fear in the eyes of mankind,
A fear sprung out of creativity in a utter black Cape,
Those ten mundane fingers were busy,
Were busy through ages, rolling from centuries after centuries,
Not aware of that nagging pain the sorroundingd oozed out.
From history to technology the human evolved from humane to beings, hiding behind that black Cape of necessity
Failed to emancipate the wound below the gauge of concrete and power.
The wound there now is a door to hell,
Hell of own deeds, pit of those overlooked pains and scars.. demanding nature to heal them through human eradication,
Some protocols are unseen but predicted.
Not abiding by them is ,creating new anno domini.
------Paromita Mukherjee
Bangalore, India
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