My back yard with trees huge
expressing greenery all around
turned white in a deluge
a change different and unsound.
With none of us at home that day
with appointments elsewhere
the builder next door in a way
dug a bore without any care.
The peat soil flew all over
clothing the lovely trees white
with the ground drenched by a sand shower
Oh! it was a very ghastly sight.
With the white attire intact
the trees remained horrible
and with no rains in fact
they were destined to be so in all possible.
The builder went about unbothered
many calls and warnings were left answered
Town planning rules being not followed
perhaps broken by bribes in silent method.
The world thus moves on in mirth
where the law breakers find a way out
as their wrong doings go in stealth