The million dew dropsÂ
glittering on the grassÂ
chase away the starsÂ
to twilight yonder.
The early morning light
struggles to penetrateÂ
through the blanket of fogÂ
the city is tucked in!
The silver Sun’s raysÂ
hop over the mistÂ
like a naked footÂ
on the winter marble floor!
The pale perturbed treesÂ
that flank the roads
stand frozen and stillÂ
predicting the inevitable! Â
*Â * *Â * * *
The Gold laden rays progress better,Â
with each passing winter,Â
thanking the skyscrapers that replace the trees!
And the mighty trees,Â
shrivelled to ornamental crotonsÂ
on high-rise balconies,
inhale the smog and shiver for life
in search of chillnessÂ
in the warm winter breeze!Â
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Photo By: Rihaij
Really it’s ironical, how we chop the greens and then again plant their tiny version in our balconies. Why destroy the woodlands? An answered question
This is a superbly written piece.. Loved it!