The Weather Report
Once they invited, now they repel. Once they meant, now they're mere machines!
The more trees I come across amidst these woods
the more disgusting for me the hiking gets
Every tree:
tall and bold
but blunt and cold.
Oh! once had I desired
the fruits...
the panoramic vantages
the shelter.
Once they meant..
once they spoke...
once they amused.
But the closer I went..the more I understood
they were all the same
slaves to the impressing of some gods:
the fake gods.
Once upon they invited
now they repel
once upon they meant
now they're mere machines
that don't draw
they don't mean anything anymore
they never did
no...they are not the opposites
they are you!
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Adesh Acharya
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