“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.”- Robert Frost
One day at the hour of eventide,
I woke up from an afternoon siesta and couldn’t believe my eyes.
I scurried from my apartment and saw lying there,
Birdlings nestled together in their birdhouse.
I asked the tiny creatures with watery eyes,
Is that really you and I couldn’t recall,
Since how many years that shed was empty.
Another day arrived and a delicate morning breeze whispered to me,
Let me caress your cheeks!
And serenade you on this beautiful morning.
In this confinement when the world is cleansed,
Every bird is singing the song of green.
How could all the cacophony and clamour stop all of a sudden?
I wondered, whether I was dreaming or hallucinating!
No my paramour, it is the new normal, said the wind.
For this civilisation that brushed everything aside.
Now signals are green but roads are bereft of people,
This has made our planet a paradise for your new friends!
May such beautiful morning last for eternity, my heart wished.
But my mind echoed, the resources acquired through financial prowess,
Would deplete like this and modernity would end.
How art thou to live and not die!
When no one is left to enjoy it, quipped the wind.
Will the ballads of good health and love echo again?
I requestioned the breeze!
For that you will have to befriend the verdure of mother earth,
And preserve the thickets where vagrant dwellers,
like your friends live!
I then stood in silence contemplating what the wind had said.
About this peaceful accord with the woods and its residents…12 comments