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An Ode to Sad Endings

Oh the little sparrow, you had a chirp
A chirp that cheered us all
A chirp that woke grandmothers up
A chirp that made us smile
A chirp I wish I heard now.

Oh mighty neem tree, you gave us shade
Shade that protected us from the harsh sun rays
Shade that cooled us off on a hot summer night
A tree with a green umbrella
An umbrella that exists no more.

Oh rain drops, you were so fresh
So fresh I could directly let them fall
Fall right into my mouth and not bother
Not bothered about after effects
After effects that kill us now.

Oh mighty sea, you were so calm
Never was I scared to get deeper
Never was a mother too cautious
The sea that has the rage of a mighty warrior
Waiting to engulf half our population.

Whose fault is it all?
Who is to take the blame?
Who is to face the after-effects?
Who is to be concerned now?
None, but you and me. 
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