This poem is a representation of the dilemma I face when confronted with issues of Environment & Development.
WHAT NEXT!!
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!!
