Under the magnifying glass

daily the sun wakes up
from the dead sea afloat
the easten sea is lit with his glow
horizon is combed and swooped
litters of yestetday heaped
dead stars, moon, asteroids

he gets up to a fresh dawn
her orange purple cheeks
first rays of his smile lit the earth
breeze opens the windows
singing a melody of dawn
joining singing birds and animals
Great gala opening of morning theatre
soft fragrance of flowers
skipping butterflys in their designer attires
humming busybees

the whole universe stoops
at your doorsteps
with a thud of newspaper
our world wakesup form deep slumber
every word each letter
from the north, east, west, south
speaks, louder
about, corruption, nepotism
rape, loot, arson
dumb headed politicians
their idiotics

while sipping the coffee
the scoops burn in your hand
consumed by the fire
like a cotton the reader is
burned alive under a magnifying glass

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About Satheesan Rangorath

Hi I am from Kerala a state situated in the south western tip of the Indian subcontinent.Poetry is my passion. I think i am not a poet. I am just a man standing on the shore of poetry with respect and awe.The most beautiful poem ever created is nothing but the nature. I believe that.I scribble some words in the format of poem and i do not know if it becomes a poem.Ah my full name is Satheesan Rangorth. I am pleased to announce that I have published a collection of my poems in a book titled as SNAPSHOTS OF A FIREFLY.The book is available on line at AMAZON.COM My second collection of my poems titled "Memory Sprouts" Vol I, II, III was publidhed in 2019 that's all friends Satheesan Rangorath

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