Poetic Verses
They are Gone
How happy it was to return to my village
Trembling and being titillated by that nostalgic spillage
Closing my eyes going to the vaults of my memory
Letting out those picture of the days that used to be
Remembering those many acres of fertile farm land
That were always filled with crops so often
Through them to as a youth I would run free
As we chased each other racing happily
Opening my eyes now there is nothing there
No crops only grass shrubs and bushes everywhere
It is quite clear that those many descendants
Show no appreciation of that inheritance
How I flashed back to those tall coconut tree
Branches swaying to the motion of the breeze
How I used to climb up them so quickly
To pick the fruit and drinking the water when I am thirsty
Those Casuarina trees their deposited brown spread
Was by so comfortable, it made a good bed
And that shade cast by those branches shadows
Was where I sad read and studied for hours
Then along came that chameleon called development
Those around did not see the type of encroachment
Swallowing up those places I once held so dear
Now as it kept spreading more people begin to fear
They have got so bold and now have reach
Those area they were gateways to the beach
But those locals decided to put up a fight
Trying to recapture what was an age Old right
Yes certainly one my appreciate some transformation
But this always come along with some destruction
This too is accompanied by that lost of respect
For those customs and habits that were enact
How to some this ugly jungle of concrete
Was something that many found hard to greet
It has many picturesque scene have obscured
Perhaps money has caused some visions to blurred
Trembling and being titillated by that nostalgic spillage
Closing my eyes going to the vaults of my memory
Letting out those picture of the days that used to be
Remembering those many acres of fertile farm land
That were always filled with crops so often
Through them to as a youth I would run free
As we chased each other racing happily
Opening my eyes now there is nothing there
No crops only grass shrubs and bushes everywhere
It is quite clear that those many descendants
Show no appreciation of that inheritance
How I flashed back to those tall coconut tree
Branches swaying to the motion of the breeze
How I used to climb up them so quickly
To pick the fruit and drinking the water when I am thirsty
Those Casuarina trees their deposited brown spread
Was by so comfortable, it made a good bed
And that shade cast by those branches shadows
Was where I sad read and studied for hours
Then along came that chameleon called development
Those around did not see the type of encroachment
Swallowing up those places I once held so dear
Now as it kept spreading more people begin to fear
They have got so bold and now have reach
Those area they were gateways to the beach
But those locals decided to put up a fight
Trying to recapture what was an age Old right
Yes certainly one my appreciate some transformation
But this always come along with some destruction
This too is accompanied by that lost of respect
For those customs and habits that were enact
How to some this ugly jungle of concrete
Was something that many found hard to greet
It has many picturesque scene have obscured
Perhaps money has caused some visions to blurred
