PSEUDO-EXODUS

I am a frozen body somewhere amid three oceans. Speck on a triangle!

I have been for a long-time, only I know my era better than those live here, can only imagine how times have changed as time trundles over decades.

I have become so contemporary I have never liked the way I am than before. There is so much gold in here, I can’t tell. No avoid bloodshed.

I always had everything bountiful for natives who take birth here, rations garments and asylum. I have all they want here but never explored much.

I am clothed in emerald turfs and beautiful river that flows like unruffled silver born on the hill-tops after a rain drop crashes down, cutting valleys.

My skies are bluer than sapphires; my sunsets are precious than glowing gold, my nights alluring than one thousand brightly lit cathedrals. It’s Love!

I am not so famous but winged far-off ambassadors fly miles, here to nestle over my trees I’m a baby-sitter and a sweet mom for their chicks. It’s care!

My rice villas are stripped for coins; my magnificence is vanishing as men become covetous, it’s a culture shock to me and my senses. It’s my pain!

Some of my children have flown off forever I never see them back again. I see some but they vanish in no time on fields forced to high-speed lanes.

I lean back and watch their busy lives, I don’t wish to say this but I smile to myself someday you are all mine forever. Sadly they might never like this.

I am devised so, it’s a curse or a blessing I am not sure. I am meant to be so I can keep people for a while and take them off like it or not. Life’s fragile!

Greed and pride makes my people disgust each other; they ask me for more. So many children, men and women are deprived to people’s voracity.

But I see all of them someday beside my river, others come to rest between those hot graphite tablets embossed with their names curled in dry weeds.

Don’t be happy about birth nor be sad about death.

I am a town called Nellore! 
Where do they head after here? I know where they are?

I am programmed to keep silent until the time comes.