Photosynthesis

By S.M.A. Faiz*

There were lots of trees all quite nigh
And in my humble abode I lived nearby.

Dancing under the shafts of sunlight
Were the leaves in playful bliss
And exactly right
Was photosynthesis.

But as a far cry from that
Came thick black smokes
Due to an amoral fat cat
And some similar folks.

Moreover they took away trees
And fed their kilns
And at their ease
They hid their sins.

And locked in a sad state
With extreme dolour
Our place in this planet
Was drained of colour.

And as a corollary what was amiss
Is photosynthesis.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.