THE GREEEN TEARS

The green leaves quivered with fear,

The birds sang no more of the merry old song;

The sun was delighted for it was far from harm,

The wind had heard of the blunders about to come.

The earth had complained to the worm what tragedy she was living in,

The rivers, who knew no boredom, learn to tame her spirit

The sky watched them in pain, yet she has her own agony to subside;

The rugged stone known for its toughness, had cried many a night.

The corpse in the grave complained, “Even after been long death, we found no silence to rest in

peace.”

The bees found no sweetness in the flowers grown for lover’s delight,

The honking car showed its glamour in its wheels and glass, leaving pollutants for the greens,

In unison the depressed ones said, “The days of greens are gone…..in pains and in tears…all but

dream.”

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.