I wrote it on our Environmental issues, though I know, we (humans) only are the culprit and we need to fix this before it gets too late. It is sort of sad but full of facts. Life already challenges itself & we (humans) prone to make it completely disappear on the face of this planet. We are the destroyer.
In The Melting Sun
These branches and leaves that used be green
Now become yellow at edges.
We can't find those old hiding spots
Our Lives has crossed all ages.
Now become yellow at edges.
We can't find those old hiding spots
Our Lives has crossed all ages.
Thinking of conscious now where to wisely turn
In the melting sun, Our feet burn.
Instantly disappearing these local forests
All left is these dry trees, Stubbs.
Where we used to play and get lost
Now under the brick stone slurry crush
Those water canals are vulnerable
Poor birds forget to sing and mingle.©©
Gleaming asphalt spread like
Bedsheet in the modern city
The hot breeze slaps on the face.
Now the sacred trees in the dwarf houses
Try to find the sunshine like amity.
Villages were destroyed, cities were built.
Wet soil familiar fragrance smell is lost
Soulful songs of rare birds, the water droplets on green grass is gone now
This is the sad reality of one of the most.
The new edge is on asleep, today our straw of life,
It has eagerly started coming out of the sand.
We lost the hope for future, cause
In the melting sun, Our feet burn...
In the melting sun, Our feet burn.
Instantly disappearing these local forests
All left is these dry trees, Stubbs.
Where we used to play and get lost
Now under the brick stone slurry crush
Those water canals are vulnerable
Poor birds forget to sing and mingle.©©
Gleaming asphalt spread like
Bedsheet in the modern city
The hot breeze slaps on the face.
Now the sacred trees in the dwarf houses
Try to find the sunshine like amity.
Villages were destroyed, cities were built.
Wet soil familiar fragrance smell is lost
Soulful songs of rare birds, the water droplets on green grass is gone now
This is the sad reality of one of the most.
The new edge is on asleep, today our straw of life,
It has eagerly started coming out of the sand.
We lost the hope for future, cause
In the melting sun, Our feet burn...
© Hena Ghosh
Photo Credit:- Pixabay
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