Change
The river flowed on
Quietly,
Mourning
The dying sun.
The trees stood wilting,
Carrying the weight of
The angels of the air
Who had settled in their nocturnal nests.
The boulders - grey, sat idly
Wondering about the flute
That had once lulled them asleep.
Now, only the fragments lay in the dust –
As sound of hammers and generators
Fuelled by logs of wood, whisper
Change
In the quiet of the night.
Reminiscences of Two Trees
Do you remember, the first time
I came here?
You were already tall and proud
Of you five year seniority!
I was just a sapling- tender
Soft.
A gust of wind could blow me away!
We had ambitions!
Yes, I remember, when I told you
Of the songs of Spring
And hues of Autumn,
The scorching discipline of Summer
And the dance of rains….
Yes, I promised you paradise
Till lightning fell
And tore me to the root!
But I had thought,
You would not wilt away!
I had not imagined
The demon smoke to choke you into submission!
Yes…I tried…to seek help
But those walls had crumbled
And the towers showed no sympathy.
The poison has entered my veins.
I can no longer breathe.
Let me wither away…
And the trees fell on the barren heath.
Chandrani Mukherjee
Chandrani Mukherjee is a passionate teacher. With evolving technology, she has adapted her professional persona but her love for nature is evident in her firm belief in conserving nature. Early morning walks and commute has sensitised her to the need for conscious activism. She works closely with young children to infuse love for nature and build confidence through self expression.