Green
The world stops and turns,
at the behest of the green paper-
"It's wiser to choose the paper,
The trees are for free,"
- the mind proclaims fervently.
The heart makes a feeble attempt-
"But..the green of the wild--
its power is miserably undermined!"
The venerable tussle of the heart and the head,
Has spared no soul alive;
"It's the choices we make that decide our fate;
they decide how we survive!"
But the fire in our belly is long gone..
extinguished by the ghost of insatiability;
What fuels the heft of our choices..
is only the green of envy.
As jealousy strikes at both ends,
"It's the choices we make that decide our fate;
they decide how we survive!"
But the fire in our belly is long gone..
extinguished by the ghost of insatiability;
What fuels the heft of our choices..
is only the green of envy.
As jealousy strikes at both ends,
I am subsumed by all that's green--
Torn between the world's moorings
Torn between the world's moorings
..and what best defines me.
With the advent of technology - i was happy - a paperless office - a written communication w/o losing the green cover - i promise i will do my bit.
ReplyDeletei do ponder upon those childhood days - anxiously waiting for the postman to deliver the 6 page hand written hard copy from a loved one
atul
and the world seeks a rebirth , a thought for preservation of all that is ours 'outer ecology and inner ecology not of conservation alone
ReplyDeletethe postman and the writer , the green and the green eye ...no more a boundary but a call for that which is and that which we can make of it ...a path of silence that connects us all....