Living the
peace in the snowpack and glaciers,
Soothing my
eyes in a river flowing down the mountain,
Grasping the
quietness in the tip toes of tigers,
Swimming my
body in the swirls of fishes,
Enticing
everything beautiful to the round secret world,
I rejoiced in
every bit of this green and blue.
Now this
aesthetic seems a past gone by.
A dream it
seems, nidificated only in the creation.
As I see again,
it is all devastation-
There in the
pastures I lay naked,
And there in
the forests I hear no roars,
There the
rivers look so sad and quite,
And have
searched everywhere for the golden toad.
There the
glaciers look pale and fragile,
There in the
backwaters I feel a galore of dirt…
For a second I
wonder ‘Am I me!’
The world I
gave unto you
Lays in
suffocation and ready to die.
I yearned to
ever live in this magical beauty.
But you never
heard me cry my fears.
You ignored me
in the pains I bore.
A shallow world
in me is all you caused.
I asked you to
stop but you never paused.
Now hear me ring
the alarms for you,
Bear the
anguish you volcanized in me.
The
landslides, the hurricanes, the calamities, the diseases
The heat and
fury is all I can give you.
A green and
blue earth is ready for revolution,
To open your
eyes may be…
But surely to
let you know -
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me
This poem is a write-up for a cue from Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre - 'I am no bird; and no net ensnares me'. My effort is to characterize the Earth's wrath for our negligence and misuse of its prized beauty.
