Precious Environment
By Sikiladi
With every upgrade we made a degrade
With each downcycle we reduced an upcycle
In the guise of our trending modernity
We lost a piece of our precious environment
Grandma’s days were the brighter days
We cared for the nature as for each other
Conserving resources for future generations
We used what we needed and saved the rest
We recycled old bedsheets to patchy quilts
Used pillow covers turned to carry bags
And run down towels made excellent dusters
Garments pass downs from older brothers
Packed lunches and snacks were more sane
With steel containers washable to the grain
Disposables were considered wastage vane
And plastic pollution wasn’t such a pain
Pens were refillable with choice of ink
Lasting us for years through life’s brink
We used newspapers after their read
As liners, packaging or enveloped breed
Sikiladi 
What a poignant and beautifully reflective piece! 🌿✨
This poem gently holds a mirror to our present, showing us how far we’ve drifted from mindful, sustainable living. Through vivid glimpses of Grandma’s era of reuse, repair, and reverence it evokes a longing for a time when simplicity was a virtue and wastefulness a shame.
Each stanza is a quiet call to return not backward, but inward —to values rooted in care, conservation, and community. In an age chasing convenience, your words remind us: “Progress that forgets the planet is no progress at all.”
Thank you for weaving nostalgia with wisdom. This is more than a poem it’s an invitation to reimagine modernity with mindfulness. 🌏💚
-VK Srivastava
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Thank you Vijay Ji for your kind words. You have very truly written “ Progress that forgets the planet is no progress at all”. My work echoes your sentiment.
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