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.
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