Once upon a time,
the view from my window was utopian,
verdant promises swayed beyond the lake,
sanguine blossoms wafted scented felicity.
The flux of time flits by,
man’s indomitable spirit to progress
transforms the landscape with high-rises,
clouded by a myopic vision of future.
My spectacles are befogged by the virulent grey,
I put on the rose-tinted glasses, with a prayer
that his intelligence befriends wisdom
sparing the children of tomorrow, fumes of slow poison.
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