August 29, 2007


I was happy and gay,
When I took birth one fine day.
I grew up with my full stride,
And was attached to my tree with pride.

But one day, I noticed I had bronchitis,
And my cousins had conjunctivitis.
All because of the deadly pollution,
For which we can never have any solution.

No one…no one came on my back to rest,
Which once, they found was the best.
My color changed from green to black,
Again because of this deadly smoke,
Which pinned into my vein lets like a fork.

One day, you will find me in a garbage stack,
As I feel, there’s something I lack.
Yes, yes the green color,
Which everybody has, even my neighbor.

Since I have no fame, thus,
Like thousands I will leave no name….!!!!