A short poetry on the paradise that we have in the form of botanical boon...

The bulky miracles all around me

Presence of trees and some bunnies might be.

The benevolent mizzle all around cascading

The tour of uncertainty jostled by their wing.

The celebration till yesterday was with pomp, my friend 

The protagonists are not generated and somewhere banned!

So nice it was to meet here my dream

No melodies are for rest as the shed is now a beam.

In my Paradise brimming along a path of xanthic archways,

I listen everytime from the God to supply urbanization a bunch of nays.

Let's together again fulfill the desires of lost Paradises, 

As the whole life will get suppressed with unknown crisis.

What a trembling catastrophe the world will receive otherwise!

The sparkle in the grandeur will soon shed in my Paradise. 

                                                - Vikrant S. Shah