Lament

I weep for my loss

I weep for yours

I weep for those things

We may never see again

I weep for the Royal Bengal Tiger

Striped, striding, strong and sure;

I weep for the life giving Paalaar river

Wide, winding and wondrous pure

I weep for the Banyan,

Pulled down to make way

For the convenient, useful

Four- lane Highway

I weep for lives that might have been

I weep for dreams undreamt

I weep for a childhood spent in joy

Running free with hair unkempt