Digging and Discovering

I was cribbing and cursing Everything.
The weather, the concrete jungle
The lack of flora and fauna.

I was silently grieving for
My loss of space, people and self-respect,
patch of greenery,
my pond, my trees, my sky!

I never acquainted a place,
Where sky was visible in
Ugly patches.
You have to travel extra mile
For your share of sunlight.
I always thought
These were gifts of nature
Available to all and sundry!

Now I am determined
To claim my portion
Of everything;
What is rightfully mine.

Cribbing and crying
Will certainly retire from my life.
And everyone beware
Before putting hurdles
In my path.
I have donned my old mantle again!