The flood of recession
has shaken the foundation
of house of hope,
built on land of optimism

The hope is swept away
in torrential flood of depression

The soothing wintry sunshine
of share and care
has turned into
scorching sunrays of despair.
The name pink
no longer invites fantasies
but make men
slips into sleeplessness

But as long as
flood of recession
doesn’t cause
waning in love and care
human beings
will breathe
and live and share
and give
and yes!
no one on this earth
shall repent and grieve

Anjali
22-02-2009

ANJALI SINHA

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