CAllS OF THE YOUNG PLANTS ON THE HIGHWAYS!
Oh! Our innocent Parents were pitilessly, by you, beheaded!
They used to, to protect you, constantly shower shade,
To broaden the narrow roads on the National Highways,
To make the ever increasing commuters' days!
Ah! Our Grand Parents were pitiably cut and felled,
Just as, in modern day warfares, massacres are held;
To keep the tarred Highways neat, clean and unhurt,
To bless, with an unprecedented boost, to the business lot!
Alas! Our Great Grand Parents were piteously culled as chickens,
With false promises of planting, to compete with the Eden Gardens!
We are those ill-fated young plants, who stand in many a scattered row,
Ouch! We are cruelly clean-shaved lest we should ever ramify and grow!
Hark! O Mortals, unless you hear and heed to our echoes of important precautions,
Unless you awake to our urgent calls to act upon our fatal premonitions,
Unless you take care of us and spread more and more plantations,
You will imminently perish with no other remedial solutions!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 06.04.2018
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