Mumbai's National Park Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Lets do a favor, one good honest deed,
Free all the crows and release them free,
Into the last left wilds, of Mumbai
Green, serene, where leopards roam and hide.
No they cried.
We know you are self proclaimed cuckoo, who's mind has left its nest
But spare a thought for the Kanheri caves,
Our heritage lies there,
We don't want it drowned in pelican waste.
Quite an imagination, I was heart broken but impressed,
The common folk, have taken a liking to the poets mad gaze.
Lets do a favor, one good honest deed,
Be honest and imprison all humans in Mumbai,
Into the last left wilds,
Packed as sardines, shoulder to shoulder,
They won't notice a thing,
It's the dead life they are used to live and forgive.
No they cried.
Don't be a thoroughly mad design,
Not made by god we know, a devils cheeky joke for sure,
The leopards will die, humans will eat them alive,
Who will then give the press,
Stories about them encroaching on our might?