Heed To My Plight Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
Heed To My Plight
Bird I am
I fly
My flight
Gets tougher
Day after
Day.
Forest it was
In earlier days
City now
Poles and structures
Hanging wires many
Hurdles to cross.
Unbearable noise
Glare of windows
Vehicles and drones
Add more confusion
Hard to find a place
For a nest to live.
Many of our kind
Move toward extinction
We always lived
To make people happy
Hope we can live
Friendly together.
What does the future hold? The path we are all on is approaching many junctions - climate change, war, economic turmoil, another pandemic and probably worst of all, artificial intelligence.
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4/27/2024 12:32:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really it is very sad. In the name of development we are destroying their habitats. Nice write. Thanks.