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As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The atmosphere of green garden eggs,
  Caressing melody of crunchy carrots cracker,
  The hidden colours of pineapples,
  Bulb of yellow oranges lighted the line green trees,
  Would be in season all year, including rags to
  riches filling Maize
  And pods shelled nourishing beans,
  Surging umbrella leaves of papaya,
  Shallow rooted coco-yam,the variegated
  lettuce that brightens everyday,
  With the crowded bananas are growing everyday,
  But now,they are in wet tins and dry cartons
  For that very busy mankind.

  The landscapes within are beautifully measureless,
  The Jacaranda and Tamarind trees had cast
  Their shadows on the plain, and not forgetting,
  The Silk-cottons and the wilderness of palm fruits
  That grow tall and sure,
  And under them we played cracking out nuts and
  eating them,
  But now, elevated long balcony, we have
  That you stand and weep of the passing phases.
 
  The sepulcher we all grew up in,
  Might not be the same dungeon now,
  And the cradle you are born in
  Could well be the same abode now,
  Thatched roof has given birth
  To corrugated reflections,
  Likewise the fragile asbestos fight for space with  concretizing flat,
  The mud debris has turned to bricks and plaster erect;
  New galaxies of dwelling and scattered
  About in a festival of designs;
  Some are like an octagonal
  A cone, a triangle  and spec angular façade yet unseen;
  All glasses, cupped and straight down
  Like the eccentric mansions in heaven,
 
  The spec tropic clime had turned suddenly,
  The wind blows and smell of change,
  The sun blaze down on man and space and warned,
  Of great consequent yet in the
  Outer-atmosphere would burst,
  As we are cuddly  warm
  The poles wildly discharged their zillion captured
  Water in a spasm of deluge right upon us…I think,
  Like urchins, we fumble forgetting the next hour,
  But what would happen is  nature’s raison d’etre;
  Man and his environ scope both have shibboleth gone pathways
  And fast we are turning into artificial humankind.
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