Don'T Expect A Blossom's Day Poem by Vivek Tiwari

No sun, no moon,
No sky is seen
Under high-peaked towers
Life (Nature) doth pine for healthy breath.

Life is tamed,
Life's works restricted
Or for her shame
She entertains generation (modern city mongers) .

Fields in fragments,
Under the roofs,
Within vase-limitations
Life chokes and stoops.

All nasty and bleak surrounding
Doth give a breath of dying Spring.

Sun stranger-
Sunshine a guest,
Moon banished-
Sky in a mist.

No eastern, no western wind
No breeze of Nature's gay.
Woods are wood,
Lawns are hay
Don't expect a Blossom's day.