The greenest of greenary begs the sole <br />Traveller to rest, watch and search his soul; <br />Whether his sojurn is for pleasing his heart <br />Or is it for his scheming head? <br /> <br />Green paddy fields are granary's whet <br />In a panoramic view, is but a green bed <br />In no time, can vanish, as a thing of past <br />If the scheming head rules over heart. <br /> <br />The two legged specie is the dangerous most <br />Can harm anything under the Sun and toast, <br />Tame and kill anything in his coast, <br />To reduce all to mounts of faeces, post. <br /> <br />Trees and fields banished for skyscapers and mansion, <br />Animals and birds endagered for food, trade and passion <br />Water and air are put to exploitation and contamination, <br />By all these, are we not digging graves, our own?<br /><br />Narayanan Ramakrishnan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/digging-graves/
