NETiverse: lingering electronic imprints of being

Coastal talls swallowed by giant waves
Giving birth to countless onsite graves
Once dwelled by yearly cycles of blooms
Now solar withered with floods of glooms

This is scientific prophesy
Apocalypse of reality
Whose skyscraper tides we can reverse
The high rise crystals mirror the curse

In the glittering name of progress,
We create rusts of steeled wilderness
Making foreign our abodes of greens
Dwelling on lavishly, man-made scenes

Becoming mere postcards are our farms
With all their innocent, rustic charms
Draped in glamour, countless are defiled
In civil clothes, cities can be wild

The idyllic freshness of a village
Where life stays young with passing of age
The green-clad playmate of yesteryears
Today’s childhood chums are stainless gears

Floods of urban tsunami of smoke,
Floating to drown health, our poor lungs choke
Could development tangibly thrive?
Growth lives; Balanced Progress- more alive

Gluttonous, urban society
Overeating all and still hungry
Small wonder you have a fat belly
You have all life’s pills but still sickly

Mushrooming asphalt, jagged peaks sprout
With deep foundations of wealth and clout
Chopping off slopes of the earth’s smooth crests
A rundown soil where a landslide rests

Trapped with the shroud of fumes and exhaust,
Are the peeling heat and biting frost
Above the shadows are neon words,
Where trees once perch the chirping of birds

All day long, there are bleating of cars
Unruly herds stuck in fast-paced wars
Lost in webs of growing urban maze
Grasses are fading on which they graze

Where is the road from the now and here?
When rains don’t flood and the skies are clear
With cemented ways of urban choice,
The answer is drowned by a crane’s noise.