Marauding march of death does trample all -
The plain, the high, the low, the dense, the open -
Unfailingly, instant that it does fall
As lightening strikes, or trucks, or booms the gun...
Death spews fire, throws waves or triggers quakes,
And die 'way kings, commons, foes, Samaritans;
And longer we grow, stronger havoc it rakes
If comeuppance get we the wretched humans
So confused of ours being with truth or falsehood
That we do act with co-destroying insolence
Nature taking its toll on ripe and crude -
Yet higher by the time roused by our offence...
With us evolves the incidence of Fatality
If we for death do compete with Almighty !!
- N. P. SAMAL
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