Bigger Questions

‘An evil wand turns abundance into scarce.

The diamonds are cheaper than fresh air on the hills

Greenlands are getting rarer, and it painfully hurts

We pay to watch the bird sulking in glass rooms.

We pay to kill the boredom from stacked houses.

We pay to let nature come to us and whisper secrets

Sceneries are getting costlier, for we made it rare. ‘

Sitting in a paid resort, watching the flowers,

A group laments the loss.

The pain of waiting to see a prayer fulfilled,

And knowing it’s impossible makes us cry

But the world is crying daily about the future

Yet keeps exploiting nature as though it’s necessary.

I mourn for my future descendants.

For they will never see the pristine streams

Or play with the breeze or the mud

The trees may not be there if today’s men never woke up.

I wish the woods die no more but live eternally.

May earth not lose its water to men’s greed, I shout

My desire for a change, change one day when I hear,

Experts cry about the exploding population

I stop by and say let it go as God wills

Cause I couldn’t see a friend cry of childlessness

But it has to be done; someone cries louder

Which one to choose, the future or the present?

The dilemma of my mother is easy to solve

Should I prepare rice or chapatis for dinner?

I reply politely. It’s your wish, ma.