A Morning Stroll

 

              

                            

                                                              

1           The warm sun with fresh morning breeze

    Tempted me to go on a stroll

    Once it was a jungle dense, this area whole

    But now hundreds of trees razed down with ease

    By monstrous machines to satisfy the greed

    Of landgrabbers and none cared to heed

    The layman’s complaint and what they need

    Is just to fill their coffers with speed;

    The jungle is gone and not a trace

    The multi-storied buildings usurped that place.

 

2          A green mini-forest as they say is seen

   A park in place of spacious jungle as they say

   A poor substitute for Nature’s display

   Amidst this concrete jungle dry without a touch of green

   As custodians of Nature, they proudly thought;

   Can they create Nature once lost?

   Can they bring back the freedom of wild forms?

   Can they bring back the stunning colors of scenic charms?

   The merry cries of birds and bursting roar of beasts?

   With everchanging hues, the jungle seemed a visual feast. 

 

3          Man has become a ruthless predator indeed

   Usurping everything by brutal might

   His perverted mind thinks what he did is right;

   Just to widen roads and build mansions

   He felled millions of trees without conscience;

   In the name of progress, he creates chaotic domain

   He snuffed out lives of creatures with disdain.

   Destroying Nature for his selfish gain.

 

4         As I took the morning stroll in the park

   I found hybrid bushes and thorny shrubs in rows

   All in dull dreary form; Fresh Nature’s look they lack

   No space for them as they wish to freely grow

   The lively abundance and dense thickness wild;

   The garden looked like a kid meek and mild

   Some bushes are trimmed in various shapes fine

   Controlled by rigid rules and standing in line

   The vital glow of life is missing and there is nil

   Like dull plastic figures the trees stood still.

 

5        Whatever man boasts of his knowledge great

  The refreshing breath of Nature he can’t re-instate

  To cover his heinous crime, he may prate;

  Freedom and beauty of woods he can’t re-create;

  Does civilization mean to go on killing spree?

  Murdering wild beasts, birds and bulky trees?

  Plundering Nature in the name of progress

  Risking his own existence beyond our guess?

  Let forests, hills and lakes kindly spare

  Protect Nature and your surroundings with care.

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    11th June 2026               Somaseshu Gutala