Eons ago, by the village pond
I saw wonderful flitting things,
& recall delightful memories of
miracles with gossamer wings
I saw one of deep turquoise blue
hovering over the leaf of a lotus,
while another of orangey colour
rested on the violet convolvulus
creating rainbows in the sunlight
wherever they flew, continuing so
till daylight gave way to the night
I wonder where are the dragonflies,after they've turned the village pond
into a filthy junk pit, devoid of water,
blooms, blue morning glory or frond
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