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Woodland changed for better into a concrete slum.

Inside storied chambers, miserable poverty strolls numb.



Had I been up and down there

Would have, never allowed this still

These lacking of simple ideas, taking on its toll

Wiping out standards, smiles, and goodwill

Years of hard work, and toil meticulously, built.



However, the trees are in their original place

The walls but covered with burrows

Neutral whitewashed replaced by mindlessness

Health and hygiene a causing sorrow.



Terrible sad incision and omission

Brushing the corridors in various blues

Pennywise pound-foolish decision

With mosquito bites, disappointment the soothers blew.

Thus Luxmi, Narayanan, Medha, Pardhan struck flu.



Magnetic resonance imaging no more

Just photo shot thrown, through and through-

Tramping trapping pigeons

No solution to heal and earn practice, true-



Operation in green, good theatre action

With sure prevention, better than cure, crew.

Nevertheless,

Rescue woodland from deterioration.

Not much may, pretend pink of health, account eyesore.

Nor that an empty pocket acute, could.



Responsible who is for this insolence, state?

Is Joy relay, anyone listening?

In nineteen ninety-six inside the aeroplane

Met this bespectacled, light-complexion,

Sourpuss woman

She was, Woodland, literally licking.

Wonder her motive, what could she gain?

Why she had been such a negative liaison fist ling?



Perhaps because this beautiful woodland green

Was, city dweller’s only hope for ‘health is wealth’ pristine!