Gone are those days of green and blue
Where everything was cured by nature
Just inhaling the fresh air could cure the flu
And age we did, much later.
Walking past the countryside
To visit Grandma dearest
Knitting the mittens, she took us for a ride
To her farmhouse which was nearest.
But today Grandma is forced to visit
All of us in the city
For gone are those days, we all miss it
When we gathered for New Years & a cup of tea.
Poor Grandma has to confine herself
Between these walls that are lifeless
All she sees are shelves and shelves
The smoke outside & never- ending mess.
She looks at buildings that keep going up
She counts the number of floors
She wonders if the buildings erupt
Will we escape through the backdoor?
Poor Grandma doesn’t know
Inside are people who work
Day in and day out even during snow
Dreaming of money and perks
The light inside these buildings show
The life of a city monger
The poor fellow himself doesn’t know
Whether he is happy or not to be here
As the number of skyscrapers multiply
My Grandma doesn’t want to stay
In a place where people never say hi or bye
And have no space to play!