A DAY WITHOUT GOD IS

A DAY CONCLUDED AS FRUITLESS
A SECOND PASSED UNUTILIZED
A MINUTE DISREGARDED
AN HOUR CRAVED FOR
A MIND LEFT UNDEVELOPED
A LACKING AND DEVIANT SOUL
A HEART FULL OF HALVES
A DAY WITHOUT A MAKER IS INDEED IS A LIKENESS OF A PERSON WITHOUT A PURPOSE
mundiah

A MOMENT OF CHIN

Icing on the pinnacle of all mountains
Watching every bit and bitten corners of the world
Even if volcanoes conceal the valleys
Hills still reveals the beauty of our fading nature
Turning around like merry go round I say our heritage
A legacy we claim by words and denounce by actions
In spirit of turbulence we shrug
Once brilliant nature but now barbed with dilapidations
How do we chin while euthensing ourselves?
Do we ponder about the sigh of flora and fauna?
Tickled to write about the sky and the soil I object not
My pen inhale as my papers exhale
Time in graving our vicinity we adore and orgy
Solutions slow like snail we taste and prefer
Hysterically we have abandoned environmental conscience
And adopted destruction
How can we vomit and escape nausea?
Mundiah