Woke up one day and peered outside my window,
Steel towers and skyscrapers galore.
But between all the constructed structures,
Something was no more.
It’s supposed to be the monsoons,
But, nothing seems to be wet.
The mud seems dry and the sun is harsh,
How cruel can the weather get?
I admire the freshly tarred flyovers,
Running above the supermarkets adorned street.
But, through the stunning architecture,
All I felt was sweltering heat.
Airports are dazzling with interiors,
As I travel to other cities.
Wide areas of greens have been cut down,
To cater to corporate necessities.
From up in the air, I spot my city below,
Where my glorious childhood had been.
But now I only see the colours grey and brown,
Where once there were beautiful shades of green.
Photo by Brian Lazo
Where is the Green is part of Blogchatter’s CauseAChatter.
Hard truth to digest, we are scaling high but also going down in environment issues. The change is imperative when all work towards it collectively.
Staying in Bangalore for 2 decades now, I also get these thoughts and you have put so beautifully in your poem. This is the result of human ambition which has no limits. More than positive I see more of negatives now.
True, Swati. We should meet up!
Every word of the poem is hard hitting truth. Sadly humanity enjoys the concrete jungle but longs for greenery when there is a need. Loved the poem
This poem is way relevant for me now more than ever. We are suffering the perils of mass burning of plastic in the water management plant. I hope.the world will realise the need to go green soon
Ouch! Hope you all are okay, Rakhi!
This hit hard! Where is the green is the question our coming generations are going to ask if we go on like this, if we don’t take care of the mother nature now. Good one!
That’s a poignant and hard hitting one!! As cities become more developed and urbanized, the greenery and natural environs are disappearing… sad and harsh reality of our times.
This is the cost we pay for the glitz and glam of infrastructure development. We lose so much more when trees are cut down to make way for more homes for us.
A very stark and touching poem, Cindy. Deforestation is extremely sad. Sadhguru says in 50 years we won’t have ay soil left. I wonder how we will live. Everybody is chopping trees but not plANTING ANY.
I wonder, too, Harjeet!
This poem is simple but so poignant, Cindy! In our quest for development, we have denuded the earth of its green covers and we are facing the negatives of it too.
Sadly true, Preeti. Thanks for reading!
That’s the harsh and sad truth that for upgrading ourselves and for our growth we are cutting green plants and trees, but as a responsible human beings, we need to take care of our earth and environment. Loved the poem so much.