Deep in the wilderness of the Sahyadri
Green is the color for VIBGYOR
Patches of dry leaves and flowing liquid
The sheer silence a retreat from civilization.
The warmth of cold breeze
Usher of the fragile water
A sweet voice of the angel unknown
Whispers of anguish and pain.
A foul play in the beckoning
The angel is frowning at the wrath
As uncontrolled is the felling
So are the rocks and mountains at stake.
I hope to be showered with blessings
For the angel speaks of favouratism
But there is a vendetta for profit
Ecology, money, need or just pure greed?
I enter deep into solitude
National treasure out of gene’s bottle
So serene is the environment
So sarcastic is the circumstance!
As mankind excels in technology
Innovation truly a retrospect
Creativity among renewable soures lacking
Wish the angel survives to convey the message.
A message when the angel was the ruler
We mankind the desciples of thee
Measures of pollution control just a trick
Procrastination of greed, need of hour!