Man Made Parks... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A quiet place where the fish are contented,
The swans paddle gently to look for their food,
The aqueous blooms are vibrant and gleam,
The tropical trees are calm, the footsteps heard,

Colorful human on their equally colorful sneakers,
A few are alone, listening to their ear plugs,
A few are weathered, making the small steps,
A few are in pairs, rubbing their shoulders,

High rise commuter makes the unnecessary noise,
Once every thirty minutes interval or less,
The thick forest was felled to create the park,
Handfuls human are conscious of their health,

Pebbled path and the stairs will take us to the peak,
From where we can see the mess that we have made,
The ideas are crisscrossed, hibiscus still smile,
The white elephants are everywhere, men are richer.

The vandalized equipments are vacated and gone,
The treated wood is porous to call them as benches,
Those who put the stripes on their fur to be the tigers,
Are left as the pussy cats to wander as ever…