A poignant and powerful poem by K Narendra Pai
The day shall come, when breathing will be few,
The task will be tough, of making a salad green,
The day shall come, not from any blue;
Soon we shall fly high but birds will be unseen.
Trees will shine gorgeous; fancy the plastic luster!
Meet a rare stray dog in the zoo! What a stress buster,
Enclosed water sports a heavy price label,
Remain thirsty; drinking will soon be a fable;
The day shall come, when morning walk is extinct;
You have a better air at least in your homes.
Windows stay shut, you know the breeze’s instinct,
Gloomy clouds cover, from Irans to Spains to Romes.
Soon we shall speak through micro fishnets;
Of the clorofluros, of the ozones and its facets.
Stock the grains not to grow but for your breed;
No lemon grass and lettuce, only dressing of weed.
When steel glimmering replace flesh and bones,
When hands join but with rivet joints of riveted souls,
When only music will be the tall smokestack’s drones,
Factory hoots filling every day, you may miss even the owls!
The day shall come when men are deported to the Martian jails,
You end up adding new ailment every time a nuclear test fails.
But mars is open for trials, you already populated the moon!
Is it night mom? No child we called this time ‘noon’…
The air stale and water pale leaving unhealthy blood,
Bones brittle, vision blur and goals unclear.
Tonight a quake, tempest yesterday, tomorrow a flood;
Panic scorching tissues render every gene a fear!
The day shall come when smiles quickly evaporate,
Blame yourself or your perilous nonexistent fate;
The Green pleads to you; time in your hands is not so ample
For the day to arrive, when every tear needs a recycle!
©2009 K Narendra Pai
I am a first year engineering student studying mechanical engineering in NMAMIT-Nitte. A poor little poet with a poor little desire to display his poor little poetry. I also write short stories once in a while
. My official blog is @ Frozen Well
Tags: artificial, calamity, concrete jungle, disaster, earth, Environment, flood, forecast, future, green, living green, plants, population, prophecy, recycle, trees
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OMG!! The poem paints such a scary picture of the imminent catastrophe!!
I sincerely hope that we never have to see such a day……EVER!!
Yes, I was struck hard by the stark portrayal of the not so distant future.. I don’t want my kids to be playing cricket or football on Mars..gosh!..again..’m reminded of those colorless scenes from Wall-E!
It was like reading 1984 by George Orwell! I sincerely wish people started realising the value of nature. We have all sadly been ignoring what is needed the most. We may be technologically sound, but sadly we don’t care about Mother nature. It’s high time we did something before it becomes too late!
A touching poem, indeed. and thought provoking too.
Well thought of consequences penned in a very creative way.
Wonderful poem! The details are vivid and frightening. This is a very powerful picture of what could happen if we let it.
we all have a nice lesson 2 learn 4rm dis poem……dis poem gives us a true picture of da near future…..!!!
we need 2 have a control over our activities…..STOP POLLUTION!!!!…..its only then dat we can prevent our cuming generations 4rm experiencing whts dere in da poem!!!
its da duty of each 1 of us 2 keep da environment green nd let our children nd grandchildren enjoy da beaty of nature…..da greatest nd da most beatiful gift of god!!!
SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT!!!
nice thoughts arranged with perfection !!