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Of “fond and gone” memories

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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