Hear my Song

I sing to you

songs of joy.

You plug your ears,

to listen to phone.

My wings do break,

yet, you can fly.

Over Atlantic,

the journey you make-

a carbon footprint

worth my life.

With my tears

the ocean swells,

Immune to fears

you ignore to dwell.

A crack in balance

even I can tell,

You hide in a cave

of Nature’s grave,

And, behind that veil

you pretend to be safe.

Suruchi Arora