The snails and slugs have left...
The colourful caterpillars disappeared.
The birds nest in the yard is rarely found unlike when we were young...
The local neighbourhood chautari with a lovely little garden and a cement table tennis rarely exist...
The neighborhood kids now just play in the streets amongst the dust and heat.
It is cold in winters... but the dews are a rarity now.
And in the city I grew, finding frosted dew
Or a thin veneer of winter ice
Layered on our dad's car or on the shiny motorcycle seat
Was such a truly fun activity to remove...
That too on our way to school.
Winters are now sadly cold and dry...
Fun things of nature no longer happen.
The dragonflies are few and so are the bees.
No trees to climb and hide...
No bags of fruit to fill.
Sad that our efforts to write and debate at school: "Save the Earth, Save the Trees"...
Remained confined to papers and speech...
Long burnt, buried and forgotten.
The politicians never learnt or cared
Perhaps what their own kids at school learned each day.
No planning laws, no boundary to build, no concrete limits, no parks or trees...
Has now led you to capture this grayscale...
A still of our now naked once beautiful city.
And so our colorful future is robbed...
I'm afraid whats left is just a hideous monstrosity.
- Rufus.
18 Nov 2021
Photo credit - A capture by my school mate Avash Nirola, 18 Nov 2021
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