Modern Waste
Train winded whistling and chugging,
leaving behind the city concrete,
it swiftly lunged into the green expanse,
fresh air blew ,trees swayed ,
as the blue yonder and bright sun,
set the terrific backdrop to the moving,
eyes do seldom settle on all but for a fleeting moment,
Mine did so accordingly and several times,
I noticed city concrete was behind,
but organic links of city concrete,
to the bucolic and rural was still there,
stood loftily in the green expanse,
were huge steel girders supporting,
the intricate network of high tension ,high voltage electric wires,
all of a sudden reminding one that in years this would also be city concrete,
suddenly in a flashmy eyes stilled on adark chlrophylled tree,
silhoutted and outline majestically in the green field,
It was a lonesome and noticeably big tree in that expanse,
but that was not what caught my attention for sharp,
It was the clique of white large bucking swans,
that had flown to rest after a laborious swim,
from a nearby pond and sat relaxing for breath,
that caught me sharp and really sharp,
the clique almost formed a pure white outline,
to the dark chlorophylled tree top,
near to the tree ran the straights of high tension,high voltage electric wires,
before I could swallow the beauty of flutterings swans,
one of them flew hard and staright into the electric wire,
there was a loud flash of electric current and twith a last life leaving flutter,
the swan crashed to the ground dead,
the train chugged winded along unconcerned,
but me sitting inside the train was stirred to shaking,
I had witnessed just now how modernity had wasted the nature,
and would do so till it is all completely gone.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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