This poem is a representation of the dilemma I face when confronted with issues of Environment & Development.
It was a pleasant Friday morning
The bright sun shining
Into the city I walked
Unmindful of the killer that stalked
Axe after axe fell on the tree
Save me! Save me! cried the tree
I was hurt, I was outraged
Within no time the tree would bite the dust
And I stood there, wondering what next!!
Appeared a wise man to speak for the tree
Doesn’t it have the right to live free?
It provides you food, clothing and shelter
Without which you would be a pauper
Convinced appeared the woodcutter
But said I have to wield the axe for survival
Today morning someone lost his father
If it is not this tree, it would be some other
I still stood there as the woodcutter left
Wondering what next!!