As The Third Eye Opens Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

The Third eye of God
Opens as yet another summer,
Across the lands of piled miseries
The flames of the cruel sun beat unravished!

Drought and thirst drive a tusker and a wild cat
Out of their frugile habitats
And the winged beauties fly off their burnt nests
And they all march unto the mouths of death!

The Third eye of His perhaps
Opens to burn down the life made out of a misthought
And the fauna and flora end up with no promise of
A paradise to give an asylum for a while!

But let us open our wet eyes and see for ourselves
The need for keeping a potful of water near our door outside
For a street dog and a sparrow to quench their thirst
And let Him open His fourth eye for once!