This cool Evening

 

             This cool Evening

       This cool evening by the  pruned  lawn,

       by the  bunch of grass, like stars in between

        popping up in meadows and fields,

        a step into  the Nature opening up in you ;

 

           some time  for us, before destruction

           takes place,  before your sickle and bag

           bent upon gathering ,before  we get stacked

            in your dry, parched pages of heart; grass  wail;

 

            in the name of felling, weeding speedy,

           cleaning and deforestation, mind filled with

           heavy piled up clay and clutter, a move away;

             A  Return to Un Nature Move, gnawing us ever! 

 

             For me this cool evening turns

              Into  an  hour of questioning and qualm;

              Blue sky is a mute witness like me,

             Sudden showers – sort of questioning too!

                                                                

              Some discarded plastic bags eked out

             thrown long ago, crumbled into corners; 

              Recycling might be in its slow pace

              when,  only He knows and HE only knows.