I was cribbing and cursing
Everything.
The weather, the concrete jungle
The lack of flora and fauna.
I was silently grieving for
My loss of
space, people and self-respect,
patch of greenery,
my pond, my trees, my sky!
I never acquainted a place,
Where sky was visible in
Ugly patches.
You have to travel extra mile
For your share of sunlight.
I always thought
These were gifts of nature
Available to all and sundry!
Now I am determined
To claim my portion
Of everything;
What is rightfully mine.
Cribbing and crying
Will certainly retire from my life.
And everyone beware
Before putting hurdles
In my path.
I have donned my old mantle again!
Welcome back and Happy New Year! The protagonist of the poem appears to be in a resolute state of mind, which is always a positive trait.
Amit, Arian
Thanks for still visiting my blog. I was bombored my spam with such a vehemence that they used up all my bandswidth within 3-4 days. Most of the time I KEPT DELETING their mails. But to no avail. Hope here everything will be fine.
Nice to See you again. Spammers ate all the space. Was missing your posts and visits. And I can see your determination 🙂
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