Meenas Poems

The clattering  sound from near

with the buildings coming up very near

the noise and sound go up in air

with the flying of scaffolding down

with the throwing of tea cups unmindful

with the pulling down of my walls  without any relent

the garden kept so far clean with greenery all around

turns messy in  a short time  as if dressed in rags

that which is brought up with care and love

gets shattered in a quick time for greed

the trees and plants looking shabby  and haggard

with dirt covered over them not little but terrible

seemingly crying for a relief in exasperation

with the proximity of the building so close

violating the norms of town planning

with the authorities keeping mum

why ?you must be knowing better

they having been rewards handsome

while the builder makes huge profits

abutting into my area  slowly and gradually

destroying my peace and ambience

this being only an example all through

where the rules are broken

with the mouth being shut by bribes hefty

while those of us who refuse to pay

seeking relief by rightful measures

go unrelieved mostly and certainly

as the world is lacking in transparency

and the officials unheeding to our plea.

permit the builder to go about

with nothing to restrain and restrict.