WHERE ARE MY VEGGIES
I wish I can pen a poem
that sounds funny like a cartoon
or raise a deafening slogan
like the opposition men.
But I couldn't laugh or bargain;
neither could I protest nor defend
when carrots challenged me at fifty
and a bunch of coriander at twenty!
Like a voyeur at the veggies I leer.
My tongue yearned for a tasty meal.
But my wallet pleaded austerity
and I returned home adding a little gravity!
Who turned the Green gardens
into barren concrete yards? I wondered,
soon we may have to learn
how to eat bricks, cement and sand!
Who is responsible for this sin...
converting the lively Earth into a dead machine? !
Did the Mother consent to this mutation
or has she changed her religion?
I flinch, as much as you do wince!
Can one cartoon; one newspaper column
or a poem alter this situation?
Can they stir up the Govt. to its senses?
As an old saying held so well...
'Of what effect is Sun,
chill or rain
on thick-skinned oxen! ? '
The expression of your words are really great. Sad theme but your expression is perfect.
'Who turned the Green gardens Into barren concrete yards? I wondered Soon we may have to learn How to eat bricks, cement and sand'... Well, i could never have imagined these lines! wonderful Satya...a good poem on/ for a good cause...i am a full veggie and am proud of it...thanks...10
The poem is humorous even if it deals with a grave situation...Thank You Sir for sharing...wish I could write like this.
very nice thoughts.... expressing great concern for nature on the changes in our surroundings...development is good but has disadvantage too.. ....great message, Sir... 10+++ Lovelots, Maia
I think we must blame the motor cars which demand parking spaces loved the wry humour
hahaha.....what a wonderful poem and message........well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Top poem of the 500....wonderful Sathya....congrats