Long live the Recession
The steel factory has
stopped to gorge iron ore
Coz due to recession
demand is no more.
Peace of barren mine
Undisturbed by a human kind
Beckons new birds and kine
To stay, populate and dine.
Flowers and Plants flourish
Younglings and saplings are nourished
The beheaded trees bloom
And crazy cuckoos croon
A young bird is building
a nest in the deserted house,
To please and cheer his
expectant spouse.
Far away a flamboyant bird twits,
“Mr.Recession is dead”
Other birds chirp
“Long live the Recession”.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
27/11/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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