As the bus took the curves
through the cliffs of slates,
I kept looking out
for the small coves
pink oleanders, apples, pines
knobbled the trees up into the Hills of Shimla*.
I searched here, there…
But couldn't find my ’pallets of emeralds’ anywhere.
So much is tied in sites of past pleasures… I thought.
Today, the fields of greens
have made way for factories.
Trees have succumbed to concrete real estates… sigh!
The canvass looked so bare...
Slowly, the bus made it to the top and stopped to rest
I got off; looked down at the valley, and trembled;
Then the words….
How could they destroy the ' planet of my soul?’
Is human nature inherently vicious..?
What we see today is ..
...the daily destruction of
this ecologically important hill
before it's completely obliterated
from the landscape,
Corruption blots out all logic and reason,
hence town planners and bureaucrats been sleeping!
But, I know, one day....
Nature will repair her own terra-firma
Long after we are dust.
I let myself go limp…
and surrender before the Almighty..
May God save the queen!
Done for Sumana's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2016/07/poets-united-midweek-motif-acceptance.html
** Shimla: Once known as the Queen of the Hills, Shimla has almost shed its pristine glory, thanks to the concrete jungle that is swallowing its green cover, the pine-scented air and even historic structures.