Our World Too

By Rahul Sinha

You know me, producing oxygen,

Needing water, sun,

Manure and a little attention,

Our care heals many,

Our presence pleases many.

Nature’s eternal thriller,

Now showing at my muddy, green theatre,

Near quiet,

All around bright,

The predator in routine,

Gazing, sneaking,

Little fellows beware,

He’s up to something.

Those days of fresh air,

Stroking gently my leaves,

Like romance with the air,

Unlike the filth of now,

We breathe what we sow.

The altered state when it rains,

My stems, leaves and veins,

Joyous those moments of being,

A tiny, little part of the whole thing.

Here comes my owner,

His mood dampened by the summer,

Sweating like a sinner,

Stop! Don’t spill over,

Every dusk and every dawn,

Water party on the rooftop lawn,

Not among the rare,

But harmoniously fair,

We are one nice, symbiotic pair.

By Rahul Sinha