A tinge of melancholy
On his visage, I see.
at the future,
Yet to unfold?
He sees a few men
Armed with saws and cutters.
Cutting down a nearby tree!
On their face, not a shade of worry.
He looks on, perplexed,
unable to comprehend,
the need for causing this damage!
“Are they fools, can’t they see?
They are destroying the home
Of the little bird and her family?”
He is sad, a trifle afraid.
In his mind, a query rises.
“Would my home be next?
A fate similar, for us awaits?”
Written in response to Sadje picture prompt #Whatdoyousee 41
Poetry Copyright @ Goutam Dutta