Developing At The Cost Of Disaster.. Poem by Fidoic .

Today again I went for a walk…
with my friends while having a talk…
the air was pure in that park…
tree and birds and greenery was stark…

We talked of what we cared…
the city so developed and endeared…
and malls and bungalows and markets geared…
and money and clothes and cars cheered…

We've got what we wanted…
we've lost what we needed…
nature and environment is all bleeded…
trees and animals are all impeded…

We Developed at the cost of disaster…
and beheaded the gifts of True Master…
what seems good now is blister…
the men to come would never see that glister…