Wish I could talk to sparrows,
And ask them whereabouts of their cousins,
Wish I could shout at soaring eagles,
And ask how much my town has lost her greens,
Wish I could say this to a Pig,
That all ponds are made for you and buffalos ,
Wish I could ask to cows,
How many poly-bags they inadvertently swallow,
Wish I could say to stray dogs,
If they can count piles of garbage,
Lets buckle up to clean up this town,
And bring back its glorious “Squeaky clean” days.
4 comments:
I like this one, Gautam da. Just one small thing though. I think the poem should have ended at '...piles of garbage'... The message at the end was not required, as it is quite clear what you want to say from the poem itself. Anyway, it was good. :)
Excellent thought...
Excellent thought...
Excellent.
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