by Esra Karatash Alpay
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Mere Human Being
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Tired was he,
As he used to stand still,
And I smiled every morning,
From my window sill.
Like a wrinkled up grandfather
Was the old tree.
On the corner of my street,
A witness to Time,
As the previous generation
Had passed and played on the street,
And our generation that
Had grown and played on the very street.
He shall stand no more,
Chopped down was he,
New Building City Policy.
Progression and Development
Continues to destroy
And with it,
The very core
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|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Great message in the verse!!!!|
|Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
|How sad a thought and true. Well written.|
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Beautiful work and wise message Esra!
|Reviewed by Taylor Trenton (Reader)
|This is an excellent one. i love this piece.
|Reviewed by Transcendental Poet (Reader)
|I love the message contained in this piece..|