Unquestionable plants on the corner road;
Enjoying liberty with polluted earth.
They aren't feeling alone
Accompany with their companions
Airs, beggars, small keepers....
Dirty water, yellow light as food
No place for caring by others.
They are feeling some sort of sorrow
Where are their parents?
My son questioned me
Where is my GRANDPAAAAA?
Still omnipotent
If I reply,
I may chance to admit OLDER HOMES
"Sorry my dear Father".
Title credits goes to E. JAGADEESH KUMAR, E&I
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