They can’t be harmed
Sun cannot un-colour them,
Who colour our land.
All breaths rely on them
Till their last breath.
Pain of theirs
for us is no pain – we have lost those views
running the race of gain.
They are trees and brooks,
and Gutter can be their other name,
sadly, they exist beneath the civil realm.
Raushan Shridhar is a 25-year-old student. He has done M.A. in English Literature from Patna University. He writes in English and Hindi. He can be contacted at email@example.com