Twinkle little stars…

‘Twinkle, twinkle, little stars,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky’
So is the rhyme, we heard from Grandma.
Through generations, again
And again it is remembered.

A few decades, and too much waters flowed
Under the bridge, and we are so changed.
These lines are still glued to our lips
Then the scenario has changed drastically.
No stars glitter in the sky!
No milky way flows in the heaven!
No moonlight caresses the nature!
No lovers meet under the starry sky
Or under the serene moonlight!
No romantic feelings aroused by nature
With its magnificent charms, and tantalizing blues!

Artificial lights and sodium vapour lamps
Illumines the sky; devouring the natural lights.
Blue sky has changed to smog, and utter darkness
Prevails from dusk to dawn; twilight to twilight.
In the midst, populace crawls
Like worms, to earn their livelihood.

Skyscrapers hamper the sunlight reaching the streets;
Traffic jams, crowded pavements....
No one desires to have a glimpse of natural light.
The Pole star, the Scorpio, Betelgeuse
The waning moon, the luster of the rainbow,
Floating white fleeces of clouds, flocks of migratory birds,
An occasional lightning, a thundershower.
All are becoming alien scenes in urban life,
While people compete in the rat race
And watch shadows of these, in their idiot box..