Poem By : Priyamvada Malik
Walking down the heath
In the August breeze
It seems so old this year
Without the titter tattle without the trees
Lost in the past
In the lonely heath
Which was once filled with plant
And several insects beneath
I remember it several years ago
When l was a child
I used to play in The heath
So full of life of the wild
What a lovely garden
Years ago they used to say
No one could ever imagine it to become Barren
It is today.
It was a very lovely piece of land,
No less than Paradise.
It bloomed and blossomed,
Until the businessmen opened their new enterprise.
It was a furniture shop,
Not far from there.
It was the end of the garden,
For the shop needed wood to make their ware.
Along the trees went the birds,
The cows, cats and the dogs.
So went liveliness,
The monsoon rain and frogs.
Returning to the present,
Here I stand,
With a trolley full of saplings,
and a spade in hand.
(Priyamvada is student of VIII A class, GD Goenka Public School, Dharamshala)
