The Bird Flew Away Poem by V P Mahur

Whenever
I feel suffocated
Inside the walls of my room
I often step out
To have a long stroll
Into the garden
Before my house
I have always seen it
Ever here since my childhood
And I love hearing the birds
Chirping in the trees
But that day
There were no voices of birds
Could I hear
I moved around
And found only one bird
Sitting silently on a branch
Watching my questioning eyes
She sadly told me
All the birds have gone out
To find a new place to live
For, this garden
Soon going to be cleared
For the houses to be erected
I was deeply shocked
As if my throat was blocked
The garden
Which I have seen
For so long
And whose natural beauty
I have always cherished
Was going to be perished
I felt as if something
Very dear to me
Was going to be snatched
Can these buildings
Purify the air
Beautify Nature
Or give peace of mind
Whenever I feel urge to rebind
Can they bring rain?
Like the trees
In this garden before my house
Leaving me perplexed
The last bird too perched
Away and away
It disappeared
Never to be seen again