I’M THE TREE SPEAKING…..
I ‘ve ever been a spring of inspirations
Whether it’s the Summer or it’s the Rains;
Nonetheless, alas, the strangest creature called Man
Never feels my heart’s language, and its incisive pain!
Alas! I do drink toxins at dark nights,
Albeit, I offer life’s elixir during days’ lights,
Still, the hypocritical man slays us and as balloons boasts
Just as a wild lion kills deer; a tiger buffalos and a bear goats!
Alas! Shamelessly he forgets my selfless service
He ever ignores the environmentalists’ noble advice;
Maddened by material rise, he looks down upon my role
And sharpens the axes on the sole of insanity to end his soul!
Alas! Without a drop of mercy, he mutilates us and fells us
So that he can burn us as fuels, and make a million types of furniture;
He can erect mansions to live in, and build roads for train, tram and bus
He can create new towns, cities and markets for progress and rapture!
Alas! He torments his kind benefactor from dawn till dawn,
He pollutes lands, water and air by urbanizations and industrializations
He will soon pant for them in vain, for he invites sunstrokes and cyclones
And he chops his liver, and prepares his death bed with his hands own!
Hark! O the wisest fool on earth, do stop culling us anymore like chickens,
For the smooth cycles of the seasons with needful sun, shades and rains ,
To keep pollution giants at bay and live life free from diseases and pains,
Else, God’s creation will anon end, and convicted of murder you’ll be in chains!
N.B. – The above poem is the English version of an Odia poem “MU GACHHA KAHUCHHI” written by Mr. Prasanna Mandal, Kotpala, Khorda, Odisha, India
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra 28.02.2023
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