Who Cares? Poem by Areena Arora

</>In the midst of the hot May
I went out one day
all around the town
to see who cares for a pretty dawn

I found a child tall and fair
and asked him was it fair?
to cut the trees long and tall
and not let the rain ever fall
He's reply threatned me
so nicely he said who cares
I couldn't believe what my ears heard
still I moved on

I moved on and on
till I reached a garden
I was tired so I sat on a bench
to think who actually cares

Just then I saw a bird
flying from nowhere to me
She landed besides
and tears shedding off her eyes
then she gave a sweet smile
and flew up high
That was the time
I got to know
who actually cares
for a pretty dawn!