Just A Little Pale

A poem by Ananya Pande

At first, I didn't notice,

the sky just turned a little grey,

the leaves turned pale,

the winds blew sharper than ever.

I never noticed what happened,

my childhood self enjoyed the cool breezes,

the calming shade of leaves

and the bright blue sky,

but now everything is grey,

paler than usual.

Everything is losing it's colour now.

Now, the winds are sharper,

the summers stay a little longer,

winters don't feel like winters,

and the rains- they bring

not relief, but floods and destruction.

Forests start falling one by one,

animals weeping in silence,

their homes now all destroyed.

The glaciers - not ice- purely water.

All homes now destroyed,

silent pleas being unnoticed.

Now mother nature plays her game.

The oceans grew louder, the waves,

they now crash onto the shore.

They say it's just the beginning of a part,

a part of destruction and vengeance

for the nature bleeds too hard now.

The question we have here is,

Will healing come too late,

too late to replenish any part

or will someone listen to what nature says.

Regards,

Ananya Pande,

Editorial and Research,

Maza Maharashtra Mission