In Touch With Nature Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A sun-set can I see, nor the moon-rise,
Nor, with a sun-rise, moons melting from eyes,
Nor in these tall towers a smiling star,
The blinding lights my eyesight do when mar,
Seeing hundred feet far be when much too far,
When trees are felled daily by a dozen,
When only bird I see is poor pigeon,
How in touch with Nature can I then be?
When I must look down, watch where I walk by,
How can I marvel at the open sky?
Save me from tripping o'er an unpaved stone
On roads, many a pothole-manhole prone;
When stumbling blocks all over here bemoan,
How much of Mother Nature can I see?
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Tongue-in-cheek | 10.03.2017 |