by Azam Siddiqui
Today i pass through the rugged land
looks like a dying labourer's wretched hand
Where once huge trees grew
innumerable stumps stand
like burnt matchsticks
stuck in the sand
At the long dry trench i stare
A beautiful river once flowed here
In a passing truck corpses of trees squeal
The selfish murderer in man they reveal
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