Okie..so here goes!!!! M back..dun noe if  I'm ready to be back...well, we dun always do things we r ready for..ryt??so why now...??coz I didn't have anything better to do,,,,he he.

Ok...chit chat must rest for the being, I'm here to share a new poem...new as in..well,may be 4 3 months old..still..new...ryt...

We had a topic to write poem on..and it was ''Vanishing glories of Nature''. Yea..a topic and 1 hr for doing justice to it. My state??well..not pathetic exactly...but had a doubt whether it wud end up looking like an essay or story in the end. But...as they say... all was well...n it came out good.(Given that it was time bound and on de spot..he he)

Here it is for those ppl who sent regular mails 2 me..and kept ma Gb alive...It wudn't exactly be good if I didn't bring ma page back to life....

SILVER LINING

Locked in his room away from humdrum

Electronic games were all he had for company and fun

There weren’t any lawns or playgrounds for him to run

Nor was there any sweating under the scorching sun

               Stays he, with his parents in a sky scraper

               He could touch the sky which seemed so near

               But not a friend had he, to be called dear

               He represents tomorrow’s generation- I fear!

Locked away in another room his mom

Who, as a competition had to take each dawn

She sat alone, staring at the numb screen

Dreams in her eyes, took her back to her teens

Her eyes filled with visions of all the memories

Which can no longer be seen

               The long walks by the lake and the red sunsets

               The wet rains and the green grassy carpets

               The lapping of waves when their eyes met

               The chanting of vows around which her world was knit

A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought

Of the answer which her son had sought

Ignorant was he of sunsets and rains in this permanent drought

Unwilling was he to believe the stories of green nature

That he had heard about

               Beyond his imagination were the ducks in the pond

               And the castles his mom and dad built on beach sands

               He wouldn’t believe they chased butterflies

               Or that they counted a million stars in the sky

“I can’t see a single star Mommy

And you say you counted a hundred and twenty?”

She stammered… pollution was not an answer her son would buy!

“You caught fish in the lakes with daddy?

But I thought Tunas came in cans Mommy!”

She stayed mum… she could not explain poisoning to her dear Sonny!

“You flew kites in the sky Mommy?

How could you with no wind in the city?”

She had no answer… “The Clean City” had no trees

               He played on with his ‘Beeping’ friends

               Nature has also been a victim to changing trends

               “As our selfish needs found new vents

               We made damages which we can never mend”.

               Thought his Granny, rocking in her chair

               Years had brought silver into her wisdom and hair

               “Granny knows nothing”, says her little cherub dear

               Little did he know, she was full of fear

               Of the calamities which nature would bring to her dear

Stripped off its glory stands the nude nature

Gems lost from its throne and arrows in its armor

Drape her once again with her lost attire

Tend to her wounds with love and care

               Looming over our heads and threatening our being

               Is the shadow of a dark grey cloud

               Let the silver wisdom of granny be

               A silver lining of the cloud above.

ANITHA KAVERI