The Sterile Womb

The senility mars fertility

The sterility dumbs creation

The hewn voice conceived not

The blood needed for its life

Inside the vein, no blood left

Had it not we would hear the flow

Produce is dead!

The whole world is a fallow

Tillers’ sweat went abortive

They seek the avidity of life

Ever …

The harrowed den need more

Sip vitality to get it anew!

Animal hunger tore its cells

The elixir of a dream stillborn

Evoked hope on the progeny…

©Basudev Paul