The Changing World

Without tensions,
without worries,
it lay under the ground
as if in a mom's womb.

One sunny morn,
peeped out as a sapling.
Had a good glimpse of
the green around him.

When it grew, ofcourse
changes were there within it.
But was it fair for it's
sorroundings to change? ? ?

Now it is standing there
not with tender leaves
not with the green around it,
but with the barren land...

by NEETHA SASIDHARAN

Comments (1)

You still write beautifully. This flows very well