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!!
Sir, You hav achieved the rare feat which many poets often fail to achieve, which is successfully viewed together with ur thoughts in the simplest words. However, the depth and content in the poem have still not been lost.
ReplyDeleteThe poetry wins on the most important thing: IMAGINATION and a HUMAN TOUCH. I would advise you sir to keep writing as there is definite promise and potential.. Looking forward to see your next book on Poetry.
:( Can feel your angst. Beautifully expressed. But seriously, what next>?!
ReplyDeleteRemembered the trek to Bhimgad. I was amazed then by the simplicity containing so much for us to ponder over.... And am still amazed...
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