Beauty of the woods
tall trees, long grass
chirping of birds
glittering eyes of prey

As a tiny tot
I read about it a lot
in my fairy tales

Grew in the wonders
grew in the fantasies
buzzing of bees
on flowers was
only what I could see

A hammer shattered
my dream
my adolescent
when touched reality

The forest of my dream
lush green and clean
now was a concrete
with a swarm of people
which crashed my identity

-Puja Chadha


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