PLANTS’ PLAINTS

PLANTS’ PLAINTS

Oh! It is enough.

Ah! It is too much.

Ouch! It is beyond forbearance.

O the senseless, insensible humans

Have pity on us.

Don’t exploit us any more

Don’t jab us any more

Don’t chop us any more

Don’t cut us any more

Don’t fell us any more

Don’t uproot us any more

Don’t kill us any more

Don’t cripple us any more

Don’t saw us any more

Don’t torture us any more

Don’t stifle us any more

Don’t petrify us any more

Don’t flummox us any more

Don’t bewilder and befuddle us any more…..

All of you know well

We don’t have animals’ feet to run, dodge  and escape

The wings of the birds to flit, flutter, fly and evade

The fins and scales of the fishes to swim, dive and save.

Again, in our cavillous, paralyzing and dying throes

We can’t shriek, scream and squirm like you

Squall, cavort or caper like a bird

Yell, squeal, yip and wriggle like a beast

To convey our grievance and our distress

To grumble, groan, resent, remonstrate and demonstrate

To attract or snatch attention

To steal or win over sympathy

To politicize the matter

For our survival against our premature, reluctant genocide!

Thus, we are helpless and forlorn

Totally, at the disposal of your mercy.

Don’t you know

We are your only unpaid benefactors

Your well-wishers, caretakers and saviours?

We protect and help you in a million ways:

We are your vital lungs

We fill your bellies

Furnish you with clothings

Provide shelters

Care your countless illnesses

Run the Cycles of Nature

Ensure all requisites for your smooth survival.

Still, you never heed to our pain

For, we make not our agony vociferous like others

Yet, we feel the same pangs like them

We bewail after being wounded, bereaved or slaughtered.

Volumes in varied forms are written on us

Awareness programmes are staged across the globe

Van- Mahotsavs are observed ostensibly every year

Billions are splurged on the Govt-NGO organizations

But, alas, to no avail!

For, you are self-centric and heartless

Avarice has turned you altogether blind, deaf and dumb

Beckoning your own destruction and the Planet’s as well…..

But, it is our last endeavour

To convince you and persuade

To make you feel the gravity of your goof

The intensity and monstrosity of its ends.

Now it is upto you O impoverished, audacious and frenzied mortals

To plant, protect and nourish us;

To thing for the mutual welfare,

Or, to perish along with all forever and forever……

©Shankar D Mishra 06.05.2017

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