The Bird Flew Away

Whenever I feel suffocated Inside the walls of my room I often step out To have a long stroll Into the garden Before my house I have always seen it Ever here since my childhood And I love hearing the birds Chirping in the trees But that day There were no voices of birds Could I hear I moved around And found only one bird Sitting silently on a branch Watching my questioning eyes She sadly told me All the birds have gone out To find a new place to live For, this garden Soon going to be cleared For the houses to be erected I was deeply shocked As if my throat was blocked The garden Which I have seen For so long And whose natural beauty I have always cherished Was going to be perished I felt as if something Very dear to me Was going to be snatched Can these buildings Purify the air Beautify Nature Or give peace of mind Whenever I feel urge to rebind Can they bring rain? Like the trees In this garden before my house Leaving me perplexed The last bird too perched Away and away It disappeared Never to be seen again