" The Tree Story "

Off from home

To school I go

In the bright summer morning

The sun so lambent

The sun so pleasant

Down to the ally of trees

So big

I walk in the shade of their grandeur

From the shade of the one

To the shade of other

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

From the shade of the one

To the shade of the other

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

It’s time to say bye

For another tiring day at school

With History

With geography

With science

With math

I can relate to none

But will be waiting

To walk

To run

To jump and to stop.

Off from school

To home I go

In the hot summer afternoon

The sun so scorching

The sun so harsh

Down to the ally of trees

That stood so big

I walk beside the fallen grandeur

From the trunk of one

To the trunk of other

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

From the trunk of one

To the trunk of another

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

It’s time to say good bye

For another tiring evening at home

With homework

History

Geography

Science

Math

I’ll try to relate to things ungrasped

Waiting for another day

To walk

To run

To jump and to stop.

From the shade of one

To the shade of another.

" Walking In The City Which Once Was Green "

Walking in the city

Which once was green?

The trees were plenty

And concrete was scarce

The time though changed

It’s the other way round

The roads were narrow

The canals flowed swiftly

The trees stood tall

The air was pure

And the smell was pleasant

The time though changed

Its’ the other way round

The traffic was growing

Government had a solution

Trees which made the city green

Were marked with red

In the name of development

The tenders were passed

And the axe was swayed

Though the trees are gone

But the chunks have remained

Silently remorseful of the deed so done

The roads have widened, the jams are frequent

The signals are working, but the cops are careless.

Government is meek, thinking of a solution

But there isn't any solution

Because the trees are gone

Walking in the city

Which once was green?

The concrete is plenty

And the trees are scarce

The time have changed

Who will TURN it the other way round?