(A muse on the World Environment Day)
The glacier has gone
A moraine remains
where it was once.
The Great Indian Bustard is extinct
There stands a large airport precinct
Where they used to nest.
The century old banyan tree felled
Large dry roots remain swelled
Like skeletons thrown up by a grave
Man looks on in success knave,
He'd build a road where stood the tree
To drive his fossil fuel car with glee
His name in carbon would he engrave
Not knowing he is digging his own grave.
I has posted messages in reply to the comments of Nabkishore, Dr Nehal, Miss Grace and Pallab here. But they fail to appear yet. Could ph help me?
Last line is really very cautioning. Dear Menon, awesome depiction.
Grateful to you, Nabakishore. Happy that you enjoyed the poem.
Great poem for spreading awareness with a simple yet beautiful rhyme
Thank You, Miss Grace. Really happy to read your message.
a beautiful poem to the occation.... well done my dear poet! Stay safe and healthy...
We have Only One Earth. Rest is fiction.