Orang by S. Rasa Rasika


The orange subsides

Each evolutionary step

Surrends to you, me: us

We, climbed the tree top

Behind the languid ape

Now struck, backtracks

Reaching a dizzy stop

Cornered, no man tactics

The orang is but a prop

To trap trees in factories

So metals can stack up

For Man’s fading memories

Need monumental support

Poem and Drawing by S. Rasa Rasika

Sittam Param

Writer, poet, dramatist and former journalist. I have passion for art in all its forms hence my involvement in this portal.

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