Oh the little sparrow, you had a chirp A chirp that cheered us all A chirp that woke grandmothers up A chirp that made us smile A chirp I wish I heard now. Oh mighty neem tree, you gave us shade Shade that protected us from the harsh sun rays Shade that cooled us off on a hot summer night A tree with a green umbrella An umbrella that exists no more. Oh rain drops, you were so fresh So fresh I could directly let them fall Fall right into my mouth and not bother Not bothered about after effects After effects that kill us now. Oh mighty sea, you were so calm Never was I scared to get deeper Never was a mother too cautious The sea that has the rage of a mighty warrior Waiting to engulf half our population. Whose fault is it all? Who is to take the blame? Who is to face the after-effects? Who is to be concerned now? None, but you and me.
My World, My Rules, My Word