Minute For Midnight! ! Poem by Niharica Bhardwaj

The mothhour has died,
The wind is blowing mild,
The lawns are washed white,
and the leaves look bright.
The wanderers of sky bright,
have just begun their flight
with power and might.
It's just a minute for midnight.

the wanderers are dark as soot,
are not seeing, are mute,
are crowding the light,
It's the beginning of a cruel sight,
The scenario changes to plight,
killing each other they kill the light.
Think, it's time, do what's right,
isn't it just a minute for midnight...


(this poetry is about today's nuclear world that is just on the verge of destruction)