Without tensions,
without worries,
it lay under the ground
as if in a mom's womb.
One sunny morn,
peeped out as a sapling.
Had a good glimpse of
the green around him.
When it grew, ofcourse
changes were there within it.
But was it fair for it's
sorroundings to change? ? ?
Now it is standing there
not with tender leaves
not with the green around it,
but with the barren land...
NEETHA SASIDHARAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-changing-world-3/
