Photograph by S.Vimal Raj (B.E ECE, 2011-2015)

By Abirami A (B.Tech. IT, 2014 – 2018)

Advanced in years, advanced in life

There slouches our grandmother in strife.

Winter has set in, no time to laugh

For our grandmother is knitting a scarf.


Behold the nature devoid Earth,

As the grandmother looks through the window.

Everyone steps outdoors with a dust mask

For the air so polluted never was

And breathing shall cause dreadful malady.


Every time a man digs the soil

Only plastics found amid the great toil!

Drinking water has been rationalized

Only a liter for a huge family.

And as our granny knits the scarf

She gives up water with a guilty laugh.


Her grandson returns home with a thud

Covered with sand and drenched with mud

But no water to take bath

So he holds himself in wrath.


Greenery pictures he finds

Only in textbook binds.

Grandma is beware of all these

And takes her mind to the trees.

There is only one tree in India

That is the great Banyan tree

And it is among the 7 wonders of the world.


It hardly rains once a year

So everyone gets a holiday

To see in front the nature appear.

Grandma with agony and despair

Explains her children how beautiful

Earth was, when nature was there.


She wrote articles for magazines

Describing the birds chirping in peace

And the smell of the tranquil breeze.


Grandma catches sight of another incident:

Only one rose left in the Ooty rose garden

And before grandma could give a pardon

In Auction was it sold to the highest bidder!!!

Never a rose, was seen then.




But don’t worry, we are not in that age now

And never we shall get that blow.

But our future will, the future generation will

Undergo all these torments calling us evil.


We now see children playing around the trees

We now see animals in deciduous forests

We now enjoy rain and greenery.

But we will be a nemesis for the future.

Let the future not see greenery in books

But in reality, in real life let them see brooks.

Perhaps our world has simply been hijacked

If man is to survive we need to act.

So, let’s act and save our planet “EARTH”

abirami picABIRAMI A (B.Tech IT, 2014-2018) writes poems under her pen name Abie Arun. She is a voracious reader and an articulate writer. Many of her poems are published online and she is currently working on her debut novel. She drifts away her spare time writing book reviews for her library and promotes the work of budding authors across the globe.

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