Silent Spring Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Silent spring,
The spring which is turning silent
In the midst of the city squares,
Plazas and towered buildings,
Intermixed with pollutants,
Abnormal and untimely in its
Coming and going,
Artificial and mechanical
As you see
The plants blooming in
Glasses like test-tube babies.

The spring we talk used to be
Ravishingly beautiful and exotic
With the clusters of nameless
Wild blooms hanging by
And scattering over the forest tract
With a riot in colours,
Blooming and dazzling the passers-by,
Keeping stunned to pause and see,
But the spring we are talking now-a-days
Is one of cacti blooming,
The lips painted with lipstick
And the cheeks rough and unnatural.