As I rode my bike in thick traffic I coughed with an irritation in my throat and pungent odour nastily getting into my nostrils. Everyday the pollution level rose in the city as our economy grew and people became capable of affording two and four wheelers. The only missing thing was that we had neither anticipated such a growth nor were we prepared for it or we just didn’t care. I longed to live in uncivilised woods. I wondered how creatures of this earth survived so many adversities with their superb body systems perfectly constructed over a time by nature. Our skin is water proof. Almost everything can be washed away. With time and quitting, a smoker’s lungs can get back to near normalcy. I was reading a book on the terrace one day. My feet touched dry leaves on the ground. I bent down staring at it in the sunlight. One leaf came to life and slowly crawled over. Such is camouflage. The stripes on the tiger, spots on the deer, the browns and blacks of a sparrow, the shining weave of a snake…there is no end to this beauty of life. The chameleon is just one of the creations that is in the game of changing colours.
Watching milk white fog Painted across the hills Tried to find a bridge Crossing a needy heart Squinted eyes hurt In search of water Gushing down far away Like tears of forlorn soldier The kind Sun stepped Bore the misty clouds Quenching his thirst He smiled upon the old man Diamonds drifted Like near heavens Of a love spectrum Bowing to ‘Pa His three telescopes Were no companions Two were dead sons But this one fed him
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