The ultimate distress:

The building was heard talking to someone,

And she was crying with every line heard…

On paying attention, her partner was found;

Who was sharing its sorrow -dreading and profound...

It was the blooming “Peepal tree”

That held the ground to preserve greenery…

Today grasping its last breath cadre;

It was cut for building another skyscraper…

He said to his best friend- “the building”

“Hey My dear mate!

I lost my friends while you were constructed,

But I found you were nice and pleasant...

I wanted to give the kids a longer shade,

So to say Goodbye today I hesitate...

Thanks for your tender friendship,

Ask this new building to become your new partnership...

And take care of this sweet society kinship!”

To this; the building replied,

“I will miss you my best mate,

As no else can cool down the hot chimney heat…

The rains will be no more the same,

They will fall on the little kids as acid rain…

No more soothing breeze to flow,

That keeps this kinship relaxed and enclosed…

The artificial building cannot be the best pal,

Nor for me and neither for the world -it’s noble!”