Cry Of My Friend
Poem By vijay gupta
Cry of my friend
Mr. Nirmal Ji
Walls, tiles & modern roof surround me.
A big guava tree has been disappeared from the courtyard.
Courtyard is also covered.
I am living mostly at ground floor.
Therefore, air is hardly to come from the outside.
The role of sun rays in the morning is over.
So many types of birds have been changed their direction in the absence of guava tree.
Dry leaves, which come in a bundle now, cannot cross the iron gate of my houses.
Some days ago, I was living in the lap of the nature.
Atmosphere of my house has been changed now.
Mentally I was not prepared for this changed atmosphere.
I am not happy,
In this urban style of living which is against to my nature.