A bird across one shore so pure,
Where on either side all thrived;
Built the nest on trees nurtured,
Had that been a bit defaced,
Like grandeur of Moon with blotch;
Eyes which gazed to find unparalleled,
Would have drifted away from
spot.
But once tide came down with muck,
And gracious no more was shore;
Trees which gave life stood so
tall,
And the shelter was no more.
Anguished bird slurped &
gleaned,
In the quest to clean what once
ripe;
But pulchritude was preyed with
intent,
How long the Bird could have
thrived.
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2019