Wrong Jungle.

D.Nikahetiya

We are in the wrong jungle, desperate to come out
but no exist....surrounded by skyscrapers monsters
There are many broad ways, but find no footpaths
Everywhere red lights, traffic-jams and barricades
Thus break the speed of the impatient roadrunners
Dust, smoke, hot flashes and blistering heat
Make us all depressing, sickening and tiring!

The beginning was far different from the modern world
It was one big undivided virgin rain forest,
with freedom in boondocks, beauty in meadows
Covered with lively creeper and sappier foliages
Flying butterflies....playful kangaroos
Many more wonders.....all in abundance!

But as soon as we came out of the native forest
We started to change the order of this exclusive planet
Broke the rain forest into little....little pieces
Made many concrete jungles out of it instead
Created individual jungles......within those jungles
Becoming prisoners of our own compounds,
and become the most frustrated mammal among all!