Saturday, December 19, 2020

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.

                                

                                     

                                       

 

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