THE DAYS THOSE WERE..

Fifty years have passed since the new millennium,
And we did celebrate it with the humble old rum,
Those were the days of gusto and joy,
when the nature restrained itself to play its ploy.

Those were the days when the songs of the cuckoo used to wake us,
when the fragrance of the fresh lilies used to greet us,
When the morning was full of the cool breeze,
and the scattering of the pollens used to make us sneeze.

Those were the days when the colours of the nature were as vibrant as a rainbow,
when the cuckoo used to lay her eggs in the nest of the crow,
when the peacocks used to dance spreading her multi-hued feathers,
and the lovebirds used to croon joyously together.

Those were the days, my son, every drop of the river was as pure as the smile on a young girl's face,
when the pulchritude of the blue planet was known in the whole space,
When the nature was bestowed with the title "mother",
and this magnanimous mother used to shower us with these colourfull weathers.

When the greens of the trees,
and the blue of the seas,
used to blend together,
the way long lost mates used to embrace each other.

Where are those days gone, my son?
Humans have still not learned their lesson,
We continue to malign those beautiful rivers,
which will erase the smile from the girl's face forever.

Where are those lovely birds, my son?
Humans have forced them to run,
No cuckoo or crow or peacock or an occasional sparrow,
we have targeted each and every winged creature with our cruel arrows.

I still miss the scent of those lilies,
We have driven these blossoms to flee,
These buds of new life are nowhere to be seen,
all this shows how much humans have become so mean.

There is still time my son; to reverse these disastrous effects,
To live a beautiful life or not; you select,
I have learned my mistakes; now it is your turn,
please make the nature return those ferns...