When the parrot
Was about to fly,
The feathers were broken
By a sadist.
When the peacock
Was about to dance,
The legs were injured
By an evildoer.
When the nightingale
Was humming rhythmically,
The melody was interrupted
By a maniac.
When the sculptor
Was carving a statue,
The figure was ruined
By a vandal.
M Rezvie Omerdeen,
Harrison Joness' Road
Matale
Sri Lanka
Tuesday 7th May 2013
When I read your poem
ReplyDeleteThe power grid gone dad
vandalism by CEB
Nice poem
Rizvi