DREAMS OF SPROUTING PLANTS

Let me be a sprouting plant

in any of the gardens

growing on the terraces

of the concrete jungles in

this sprawling metropolis.

Let me rewind my memories

to look around

the thick verdant greenery

elevating me to a plain

of ecstasy while resting under the shade  

of the giant umbrella of the banyan tree 

of my village.

Let me heave deep sighs of nostalgia

on moving fast forward to

witness the grim reality of

the concrete structures

in the place of natural

greenery which ornamented

this vast area  once upon a time.

Instead sitting in the

present tense,

I witness a few

donning green clothes

to display solidarity with a Green Earth.

In these strange times

we need to diarise

namesake dates to

celebrate rather than

formally come to grips with

the menace of certain

abhorrent things staring at our faces….