In the name of development
60 lives will be killed
And a few voices rose
And gradually fades away
In gray coloured words of everyday
I too,
Being shocked wrote a few lines
A few read it and forgot
A few lovers of theirs
Cried and protested
Slogans were raised faintly
Long sighs were heard
And the word 'compulsion'
Showing its teeth started to laugh
Just then
Beside the road from a little window
The chorus of a nursery school children is heard
'Trees are our best friend'
Their voices are being echoed
Spread beyond all barriers
Opening my eyes I see
The trees are crying and shedding their leaves
Not to love and to be loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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