“Its Development”

The breezy darkness of evening surrounded me

As I fight to write my feelings

feelings of anger, sadness and desperation

I lost a childhood friend

the friend who guided me, laughed with me

heard me out, when no one had time

who hugged me without any asks

and let me rest on it

The tree, my friend, my guide

It was cut today, for making parking space

I screamed out loud, “Its a murder”

They replied back smirking, “Its development”!

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