GRAVING FOR THE LOST GLORY...
Sitting on the stairs with pen in my hand,
I ventured to praise nature's beauty so grand.
I gazed at the sky with its crimson streaks,
I watched the birds with ravishing beaks.
And the trees so lush,the grass so green,
How could i miss the rivers so clean?
But was it just a dream? A mere vision of the past,
The majesty of the nature which doesn't last.
The serenity and love which one wafted in the air,
Is now replaced by glamour which often does scare.
Gone are the days of yore,gone are the days of piece,
Glory takes of misery & terror shadow over space.
O God! May season & sanity descend on thus world.
May the bird chirp,flowers bloom & freedom return