THE ECHOING GREEN

The Echoing Green
Has turned into a Day’s Dream

The Graying Woods

No more attract the Moods,

The Jungle was remembering

Of her golden age

Of her by gone days

The chirping of birds

And blossoming of fragrantly flowers.

 

Time has changed

Changed also the notion

No one feels of her presentation

And even of her recognition

All have played the foul

Lead her life in trouble.

 

Hunters and hooligans’ have looted

Plunderers have plotted

Has been changed into a heaven

For the unsocial and their men

Cutting of trees

Going on increase.

 

Mansions after mansion

Coming up to accommodate population

Crossing of the vehicles

And passing of the wheels

Has changed her figure

She has become a fugitive forever.

 

 

 

BY- A K SAHOO,LIBRARIAN

K V ROURKELA