The Barrenland, Intensive Heat Falling In And There Is No Respite From Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The barrenland, only cactuses are raised there,
The palm trees giving no shade,
Intensive heat is falling
And there is no respite from this summer
In ruffle,
When the winds keep blowing,
Making restelss,
Sizzling heat claim upon.

The wasteland, wasteland,
Hey, into the wasteland are you,
Living to be dead
Untimely,
Destined to decay, doom and devastation,
As the deadmen walking you
And the shadows following
As spectres, genii.

This devastation is your own
As you have turned into
Through your tussle for power,
Through your lust for comforts and assests,
Arms and ammunition,
Stckpiling of nuclear arsenals.

The greenland turned it into an arid wasteland,
Where water is not,
Fire is burning it all,
Intensive heat and radiation
And it rains not,
But the sky overcast with the clouds
Of gases and smokes.

O, O, a world marred by atomic summer, global warming, acid rain
And climate change,
Man exposed to radiation
And dying untimely painful deaths,
Spring coming it not
And even if it, floewers bloom they bnot,
Droop and drop down
As if were in the summertime!