Vardah- A memoir

      The cyclone which brought a city to standstill, uprooted many among the hundreds of trees in our college campus which was known for its green cover. The lamentations about the loss should lead to a greater realisation about  the dynamism of nature and that it belongs to us and must be treated with utmost care.

                

              WOODS 'WERE' LOVELY, DARK AND DEEP….

Green and sheen the woods were,

Standing tall were the trees, with their heads held high

and no mere shy.

Green and lush they looked,

Blooming ones took the gloom away

Dawn to dusk they took their turn to churn a way,

With the splash of colours.

Never did they fade, kept giving us shade.

Deep were they, darker within

reluctant to show the zenith.

It seemed a journey, stories yet to be told.

Then came the dark clouds hanging over,

Darker were the burdens that came along.

Then came a buzz, bizarre it was,

When it was heard whistling,

chiseling away the tall folks

Mindful of itself, to remind us something.

They seemed strong, but were naïve within.

Enjoyed each others company, so joined each other,

in the journey that  ended with a whistle.

Right and just it is,

Woods “were” lovely dark and deep.

Incomplete, stories untold;

Once gave us life, now teaching us the same.