ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

My heart cries a river!

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When the Vale was green
And the mountains lush,
When streams were clear
And didn’t carry all that slush;

When the lights glimmered
Like stars in the sky,
And did not, with wear and overuse
Struggle to stay on, then simply die;

When flowers grew on hillsides
In gay abandon,
When the corpse of our callousness
The highlands did not carry as a burden;

When trees stood tall guarding
And guiding our paths and highway,
When birds lived in them
Telling us the time, and the
Way in which the wind would sway;

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When dogs had streets to run
And were not run over on,
When there were avenues people could amble along
Be it night, noon or a bustling morn;

When roads were meant to be driven upon
And had not turned into parking places,
When shops lay apart
From where our houses were
And between them were vast spaces;

When we laboured to build
So as, in them, to live a life,
And not having built a monstrosity
To carry it on our shoulder like a strife;

When we tended and cared
To leave a world in which we grew,
Alas, not to tell fables ’bout birds
And bees, and the fauna and trees
For there were left only a few;

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When we taught our children
The worth of values, respect and duty,
When we had the time to sit with them
And behold the universe in all its beauty;

When we dreamed of a future
And of a bright tomorrow,
When we didn’t kill our today
With greed and filled it with sorrow;

When we cared for all around
And lived in a state of harmony,
And not having plundered and looted
And ravaged, began to rewrite our own destiny;

My heart bleeds and weeps for the
World we’ve left behind,
Have we burned and buried it so deep
That those wondrous times we will never find!

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L Aruna Dhir

L Aruna Dhir

International Hospitality Writer, Author, Poet, YouTuber. National poll winning PR Strategist & India’s first-ever Creative Writer with Archies Greetings!

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