Not All Clear

Who said, everything should be clear

Who said that clear is good

I like all the mud around

And no, I am not a kid

When I look that innocent eyes

Continuously gazing that clear sky

Hoping it to be unclear again

Just to give you a part of grain

Who want some more buildings

Who said that cities are good

I want back those vanished villages

Those peacock dances in the wood

Not clear fields but full of crops

Not empty leaves but full of drops

I want the forest back, full of wild

Those chirping alarms, nature's styled

Who want all the comfort

Who said that comfort are good

I want to dance again in the rain 

With all those children in my hood

Yes we don't have the rains but the flood now

Which clear all the fields

Or the wretched drought all around

Covering a dead shield

Now, we have Monsoon which doesn't come soon

With their timings concealed

Who wants to be more mature

Who said that matured are good

I want to live that old innocent life

Live, love and laugh with my home's food.