I once played with a dandelion spore
It whispered to me a story from before
When it was carried away by the winds gusty
After floating and drifting in the air dusty
Over valleys and hills for day after day
Soon after, it has lost it's way
Traversed into a promising space
Everyone there was in a rat race
The folks who lived there called it a city
People dreamt big and were quite witty
But it bore no resemblance
To the tranquil and serene lands
Which once was home to him
Long here are nights, days all grim
Though it shared the same sky
It's forest looked quite different to the eye
Tall and towering, touching the clouds
Instead of trees, there grew concrete
The song birds there have resigned
No longer woke them up from a long night
Loud noise of shrill horns filled the air
Birds were gone, no one seemed to care
For here in day folks grind and sweat
When nights rolls, with tears, pillows get wet
Umbrella of the starry lights had a sudden demise
Some neon bulbs filled the void of fireflies
Shining and glinting in sun, there ran no narrow stream
Escaping through canopy there was no light beam
The view of yellow meadows was distant sight
Lost in the cacophony something didn't feel right
Longing for peace and it's view scenic
Wishing to return back, it felt homesick.
The long lines of your poems are ❤️
Felt like reading some classic old piece of finest poetries....❤