Valsa George

A tiny speck in the vast cosmic framework

Is the only known habitation to all creationGraciously bequeathed to generation after generationPoets sang paeans celebrating her charmAll creatures thrived knowing no harmThe songsters sang melodies from every treeThe beasts freely roamed the forests in gleeEarth that once shone in all her pristine gloryHas now become a dreary, desert territoryAll her wealth is looted by…

Life is never a fairy tale

Lands of princes and princessesRemain only in Dream’s recessesLife is far from being fantasticTo believe otherwise is quixoticEvil is never punished as one deservesVirtue never recognized as one cravesHard work never guarantees successRewards are heaped on some in excessPeople of character and calibre are non-existentMorals and values are seen as insignificantViolence predominates over peaceEmpty ideologies…