Far in the future
(the air shall be polluted,
the water will be contaminated,
no individual to see far from east
only blood winds for the feast
time to time species died like zombies
some survived, kept their origin with deformities.)
a little girl in a small room none to welcome
asks her mother to tell a story;
both lying on a bed,
beside a closed window looking at the moon,
playing hide and seek with the clouds
the mother smooths her lovely child's head and kisses her eyes;
she begins:-
a long time ago,
there was a beautiful sun rising with the peeking of birds
a girl used to wake up early
singing with fast running airs
smells the blooming daffodils
climbs the mountain hills
dances with the peacocks
plays in the rains
unafraid to breathe is unseen
when spring renews everything
autumn heals pains
she changes with seasons in a variety ways
she gossips with grasshoppers in the evening
talks with moon with the eyes dreaming..........
an account of ecosystem only I m explaining,
a chronicle of life only I m describing,
a tale of ancient earth I m narrating..........
on the occasion of #earthday I m in such guilt that if my future generation will only narrate story of ancient earth.............
This is brilliant. 👏
Damn,have a look everyone at the poem!
The girl is smartly playing with her words giving double entendre in the second paragraph!💯🤩