Through An Artist's Eye...

That was my girlhood days; With a pencil, I used to draw Sketch of my dream houses, then. To encourage me You used to take the same pencil And draw trees nearby. For that I often had become annoyed… Thereafter, I don't know, from when those trees have been A part and parcel of my theme… Now, I'm eighteen- a true citizen; Master pieces of my work are being displayed in the renowned art galleries of this town. And by now, I can say- I only dream and you materialize the same- A technocrat of the time… Presently, I see By felling of trees, at first You make your esteemed work site ready against your teachings... Thereafter, you found your house; Tree saplings, even though you plant it dies off and subsequently a plastic tree takes its position one by one… If a child faces such a fragile web of life Can it be possible to make a green earth- I say… Translated: 4th June 2021. .