Anarchy Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The entire world is our motherland,
But we are living in funk and anxiety on this land,
Now our world is burning,
As the anarchy in nature is supremely reigning;
Fierce strength is playing in her lap in joy
And his devilish hands are never coy.

Children may laugh,
But that is tough,
Flowers may have sweet smell,
But that is frail,
One may seem to be innocent,
But the reality is different.

The ruthless anarchy is treacherous,
He is truly nefarious,
He has rigorously destroyed the original root of the nature,
Every species has forgot his stature.