Hills are Dying...

Hills were beckoning

Woods were summoning

An idea prevailed

If I would proceed

I may find my solitary reaper

I may find my own daffodils

To give me eternal joy.

Heart inspired, passion fired

To search for my nightingale

To soothe my senses with cuckoo’s wail

I went to bow in front of hills

Oh! My heart ached

To see hills are dying

Hills are sighing

Gone are daffodils

Gone are reapers

Hills are crying

And only crying

To give me eternal sorrow.

Forests are cleared

Concrete jungles are cheered

Flora and fauna are vanishing

Plastic is reigning

Oh! Grip of cancer is threatening

Man’s life span is waning.

Give your ear for

Hills are crying.

Hills are crying.