By Meetu Mishra
A spontaneous plan to travel,
from Dehradun to Auli,
the mini Switzerland of India,
brew with sheer excitement.
We embarked on a road trip.
We thought we’d witness,
nature at its pristine best --
to our horror, we were greeted,
with plumes of thick black smoke.
On our way up the mountains,
patches of dry grass burnt --
green covers of hills lost,
black, gazing naked, with apathy.
Road constructions, housing development,
road blocks, traffic jams, a bumpy ride,
not to forget, the scorching sun
glaring by our side.
Quickly we rolled up the taxi windows.
One got stuck, our bad luck!
We covered our faces, only to turn,
into cherry tomatoes, later in the evening.
Meetu Mishra is extremely fond of reading and writing poetry, as it truly inspires her.
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