SKYSCRAPERS

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!