I thought the slender trees of my lane will last my time
Where sparrows and squirrels loved their hop and climb,
They reminded me of fields and farms
When there was much calm with no alarms.
Now we have the high rise up-town
For they have cut all trees down,
Cuckoos and butterflies are all left afar
And I see people make a dash in their car.
Things are getting tougher and unjust
Buses ply en-route, wonder if they must ?
Mother Earth tries to respond
But it goes all beyond.
I see youngsters canoodling in café
They cuddle and muddle and play and pay
Kids scream know- not- why for more
And business tycoons look for a score.
Such a mess I hate to tell
But what should I feel, Well… !!!