I was draped in a lush of green
Head held high talking to the clear skies
And I could see far down the blue rivers
The crooning birds, hovering butterflies and jumping squirrels
are my best playmates
My arms reaching far across the rivers
Hanging in them are the elixir of life
The green drapery now seems old and torn
My obscured vision could see only the blemishes in the skies
The blue rivers have thickened like the coal-tars
Dried-up rivers waiting long to quench every rain drops
The giant ghastly buildings are standing tall
With never ending running vehicles smoking out black soot
Missing the old playmates and the gentle breeze
That nudge my arms for a sweet morning wake-up call
The circadian rhythm of life has been lost somewhere
Now I lay grown old and languid
Counting the ticking away of the passing time
Alas! if my inner voice can reach to wise-men
Can you give earth back its breathing lungs
With air, water and all in their purest forms?
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