Frogs need Friendship
Neha Sinha
When I asked the tree why she wept, she said her buttress was swept,
In a concrete girdle.
When I asked the frog why he left, he said he was lonely on dry cement.
When I asked the Minister why we loved cement, he said it was meant
For him, me and my country: and dreams of racing, double GDP.
When will we break cement borders, tidy things that commit murders?
When will we ‘phase-down’ to foster frog friendships?
When will we rise to hold trees, not tenders, as mother ships?
We will, tonight. Call my mothers, call my sisters, call my daughters.
So make more room at the back there, Pack the halls to the rafters, creatures.
Take root, plant a seed: tonight we decarbonize.
Take root, plant a seed: tonight we decolonize.
