Woods In Romance

On way down to my village, I came across a woodland.

Thereupon tall and green erections deep went my glance.

To wake up the sleeping children, busy was Nature’s windy hand.

The leaves were whispering sweetly, it seemed the woods are in romance.

 

I was looking at the quivering, wavering enchanting marvel in green.

When memories of old childhood days came gathering round myself.

The visions of forgotten days went visiting my mind’s screen.

The woods behind my village house, where I loved wandering as an elf.

 

O how we kids around friendly trees loved to swing and swirl and play.

What fun we had in stealing plums from their leaves-laden hands outspread.

Tittering maidens used to come each day, before sun could come and stay.

To steal fresh flowers, whom from birth on woods’ love and care has fed.

 

Near that silvery rill, interrupting the green, stood a grand banyan tree.

Whose caressing arms mostly rocked to sleep, travelers from far away.

Under his green plumes sometimes were seen two dreaming lovers free.

Wheels of Time, showing no changing signs, thus kept moving day by day.

 

 Then one day came some strange men when the birds made excess chirping sounds.

‘We have bought this land to fulfill our plans’ one of them to us did say.

They attacked the woods with unjust strokes, our woods fell prey to those ferocious hounds.

Thus they removed from the Earth much of its wealth as we all watched in dismay.

 

Barring few dry woods gone were all proud possessions of the stripped land.

The towering walls of those men tried utmost to conceal their silent grievance.

An age would come when for these deeds, Nature would surely reprimand.

At a distance stood a lone still wood craving for the old romance.