Last Night

Five summers past, Varkala was to be a geopark Three of us today are walking its streets in the dark. Between buildings and trees are hidden birth rocks Of a vulnerable cliff, We are hunting for the cinnamon bush lark Who have found a new habitat on these soft sedimentary rocks. To save Varkala, we drew out a chart With dots to show where to place garbage and dumps With pointers to not dig the cliff, On the slopes we drew lines to demark From where water should drain down Leave the cliff as before, dry and stark. We hope to find out land's birthmark After we give Varkala a bright new start.