RAVISHING YET DESOLATE

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Remember those days , when we used to play in its ephemeral glory ?...….

Blind folded, I fall on this earth, 
Fulfilling desires, there is no dearth. 
Associated I am with the consortium of the divine. 
My green mother knows I complete the riverine. 


The albumin of oyster shells, the scarlet of greenery, 
Yes, I also reprimand the washer men and upset the canary. 
I am the pride of the farmer, the bios of agriculture. 
All rely on me, silviculture, sericulture and floriculture. 

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Dogma, creed rolls out of helpless visages, I am pained. 
Calcite, asbestos, concrete, don’t let me percolate and be drained. 
It’s unfortunate my family is depleting, fading. 
I am countered by commercialization, shining and scintillating. 


I am called the scion of the earthly nebulae 
Yet voiceless, dumb I am till this fine day. 
Yes, I know my prerogative in the eyes of all posterity. 
But, a voice I will only get when humanity is heralded in all adversity 


                                                                                                        -DRA
                                                                                                          Grade 10

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