A young bird takes her first flight.
With every eye -span ,
she learns new things and grows bold.
Then she starts questioning the old….
Flying above I look down and see –
Grey buildings and brown land.
Every inch, an human errand.
The water shining black and blue
Smoke rings which block my view.
Massive dams that make river stop
Flying planes that come to me for talk
Mighty machine uprooting the tree
Opening up place for walking free.
A big drill to break open the earth
And pull out oil even from inside the crust.
Power weapons to tame elephants life
Ivory to jewel converting magic knife
Even the mighty whale cannot freely float
A magic machine can convert them to soap.
So much magic in the world below lies
New things I learn with each span of eye
But each eye-span chills my heart like ice
To realize that all my grandmother stories were lies —
“Blue water and green land” she told
“Elephant the mightiest animal” she behold
“River always flows to meet the sea” told she
“Only birds can reach the tallest tree.”
May be she never flew out of the nest,
May be she told all stories just in jest,
But when I return home to the flock
My grandmother I will delight with my talks.
I will tell her about the real World Rules
About man, machine and all the tools.
I know truth will give her delight
I know she will kiss me with pride.
But before I fly back home round
Why not eat the grains on the ground.
It is nice to chew these grains you bet,
But why are my feet tangled in a net?
The boy looks at the fish in the aquarium.
The fish looks at the boy.from the aquarium
The boy expresses his opinion and the fish listens.
The fish expresses its opinion and the boy listens………………..
The opinion of the boy –
Star fish on the glass,
On the bed a coin of brass.
A scuba toy bubble at you,
Crawling crab in their too.
Magical fishes tail and fin,
I even spot an identical twin.
Green algae tinge so light,
Turtle floating in delight.
Fragment of lost treasure chest,
A gray-white pebble nest ……
An ocean within a box contained
Ocean’s Pandora for all sustained
“An aquarium“, to capture the sea
More beautiful an idea cannot be !!
The opinion of the fish –
An ocean in a jail,
Beyond box cannot sail.
No friend of my alike,
Oh what a closed life !
No waves and no tides,
Nothing new comes in sight,
Same stone and same sound,
Swim again the same round.
Same food all day night,
No new companion in sight.
Freedom is too much to ask,
Dead is life with no task.
No choices in it to make,
No new direction there to take,
Life out of me I cannot shake,
Alas! the glass will not break.
Looking at me exclaims the boy
Other side of glass, the world is coy
For others I am a toy
It is said –
One’s misery is another’s joy !!
Little Lights in the sky
Little stars twinkle my eye
Little moon above so high
Little eyes can see so high.
Little wings of the butterfly
Little rain drops falling by
Little chirp of the bird that fly
Little cloud in the sky.
Little sound the wind with fly
Little grasshopper jump so high
Little nut of squirrel shy
Little rabbit runs so why .
Little sound and the train go by
Little dog to catch insect try.
Little cat on tree so high
Little plane up in sky.
Little cow chew and mow
Little seeds the farmer sow
Little egg the chicken lay
Little frogs croak to say
Little leaf on the ground fall
Little tree will grow so tall
Little dew on rose so small
Little sound of church toll.
Little little the world so all
Little little I will know it all
Little little I see with my eye
Little little learns the Little I .
Imagine a day when Mother Nature would be disturbed beyond the brink ,
when Environment would refuse to sustain us any more
and extract its revenge on us.
On this last day ; everything would end, We all would end.
On this day , anyone of us could be left behind to live a few moments
more and suffer the agony of our mistakes a little longer than others .
On this day , anyone of us could be left behind to
remorse the destruction which
we all caused to our planet.and the destruction
which the planet replied to us……………….
For there might still be a green grass bed
Hence I keep dragging my feet ahead
Burning wind beats my skin to death
Air in my lungs sting with every breath
But I keep dragging my feet instead ,
For there might still be a green grass ahead.
Longs my soul for a flower
Just to rest my eyes;
Longs my soul for a bird chirp
Just to bless my ears.
The forests I still can see
But Concrete grows now for Trees
The lakes I still can feel
But its now dry and Dump-Sealed.
The color of rivers once blue is now so red
Still swim in them the humans but now as dead.
But I do not swim yet;but drag my feet instead ,
For there might still be a green grass ahead.
And now it seems so simple
How we missed it then ; I dread —
” If trees do not give us food
Industries would never give us bread “.
And now my time draws a die
No one around but yet I scream ;
Not for help —-
But with Hope
that now I shall be clean.
But with Prayer in my heart
That if by chance some human alive walks across my bones
Before he dies , he covers me up just with a few stones.’
But with with Joy in my soul
For in the new place I shall now tread
There might still be a green grass bed.