I see this plant,
Made up of non natural fibers,
When I switch on the light,
It starts spreading its beauty.
People call it a fancy lamp,
But it�s my nylon tree.
I plant it in an electric socket,
Instead of soil.
When the connection is exact,
It sparkles and circulates
Romantic dim lights,
Lulling me into a sedative slumber.
Last night,
I had trouble sleeping.
I looked up to this synthetic tree,
To soothe me.
Welcome me, entice me into a sleep.
But it had done nothing.
I looked at it accusingly,
Quelling the strong urge to fight
With it, for not fulfilling the promise.
Its antennae picked up
My infra fighting signals,
And it laughed aloud,
Mocking me openly.
I glared at its audacity,
But he answered my unasked question,
�Listen Lady, have you ever asked questions to yourself?
�What?� inquired my eyes.
�Why you never say –
I am bored stiff of this blue sky?
I am tired of the wind.
I am sick of that banyan tree?
I am weary of that river?
This moon has lost it�s glory?
That rose garden has become irksome?�
�Why you very easily say,
I am fed up of this TV.
I feel nauseous of this DVD.
I am bored to death of this lamp?�
BECAUSE…….
�I am the creation of a mere mortal, Like you.
I AM NOT THE NATURE�S CREATION.
Go back to the lap of
The good old MOTHER NATURE.
SHE will sing you lullabies,
AND LURE YOU INTO A CHARMING SLEEP.�
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