Between the shades of sunlight,
Passing through the window grills;
Peeped in, a little stranger-
Bewildered and curious;
Scared as I am of feathery friends,
I shooed away the uninvited guest,
Ruffling its feathers,
As the “common” sparrow flew away;
Dawned the significance of this “uncommon” sighting,
For sparrows as I recall-
Have been lost in the urban jungles,
In the face of pollution,
And remain as childhood memories…
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Simple joys of the pitter and patter,
Drizzling drops on my face,
What a lovely reminiscence,
Of those long rainy days,
With the years passing,
The rains have come down heavily,
As fearsome monsoons-
Threatening lives and livelihood;
Flooding villages and towns;
Creating panic with their acidic flavor:
Surely gone are the days,
Of the playful drizzle,
Evaporated into thin air,
As one more unknown pleasure,
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“Rope-swings” of my summer vacation,
Beckons me for another playful ride,
Forgetting the times-
As only concrete ceilings remain,
To hang the “rope-swings” of mine:
The trees have long been replaced,
For new a locale-
A multi-storied habitat, new residents;
The former inhabitants, homeless and lost:
With the passing decades,
The “rope-swings” have lost their charm,
Without their former beauty, to remain as-
Another sacrifice to our so-called “progress”…
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The world of today, a victim of fury:
Fury of a Mother, tired of our ways-
Of pollution and destruction;
Threatening life’s balance:
The logic of our “progressive ways”
Are up for scrutiny, in the coming days-
The actions of our past will bear fruit;
Unless we mend our ways;
To try and undo what has been already done.
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