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Jayanta Apr 2014
They will come and
Bliss us!

They will come and
Animate us!
They will come and
Resume us!  

They will come
So, we decorate our abode!

They will come
So, I go for fishing!
They will come
So, she bakes cake!

They will come and
Make us vibrant! Nascent!  
We are waiting for them
Year after year................
They will come.........
Bathe us with music and chortle......
Dedicated to Uncle Harka Bahadur Thapa. I met him three years back in Samrung (a village in Udalguri district of Assam,India). He was of 91 years. He came to this village at the age of seven with his father from a village of present Dargeeling in search fertile agricultural land. At that time entire area was full of jungle, they struggle a lot to establish their village with five families (now it is 120). Uncle Hraka Bahadur realizes later on, that even though he has good agricultural earning, he had no education. So, he gave outmost priority to educate his two son (the only children), they achieve it, well establish themselves and stay in abroad, working there.  When I met him, both of them (Uncle Harka Bahadur and his wife) were very busy with preparation to welcome their sons, daughter in-law    and grandchild; after twenty years they are visiting Samrung.  Still I remember their smiling face! Truly waiting for children to see their smile is something different........
Jayanta Apr 2014
It is a temple
Where we pray and learn!

It is an abode
Where we congregate and share!

It is a garden
Where everyone blossom!

It is a bastion of contemplation
Each of us sanctify with thought!

It is foliage
Reflects our friendship and wisdom!

It is a castle
Where we find out our hymn to lead a life!

It is a stream
Still flowing and giving elixir of life!
Dedicated to the days of Indian Institute of Forest Management (IIFM), to our teacher, class mate and fellow friends.
Jayanta Apr 2014
You branded me as Pachyderms!
But, your skin is thicker than me,
thus, my appeal never pats you!

You alter me to an exhibit ....
  .... 'Rhino show' and
  get earning from my show!

You **** me for my horn
to energies you and heal your seen!
But ‘Why don’t use your hair and nails?’

I am older than you
Carrying the heritage of  
Fifty million years!
We have the imprint of thirty million years in us!
Yours is only four million years!
You are quite junior to me in experience of survival!
“How, you claim you are supreme?”

This is my grass land
I nurture it with my compassion and essence,
My toil not only gives us food,
But we,..........
........Protect the sources of food for you too.....
.........you will get the fruits in future!........  

But,
You never listen to me....
.....care me........
.....Our hue and cry.....
...Unable to penetrate....
.....your rigid casing of so called kindness and charity......

Please stop your .........
.......cruelty and defacement.....

Other wise
Planet’s history will never forgive you!
Rhinoceros (comes from the Greek ‘rhino’ - "nose" and ‘ceros’- "horn"); is the one of the most threatening and endangered wildlife in the world. It is categories as Pachyderms (comes from Greek, ‘pachys’ -thick and ‘derma’-skin). Rhino caries the imprint of existence in this planet about 50 million years old out of which present species caries imprint of 30 million years; whereas human imprint is only 4 million years. Our vandalism on it is blunders to our future!  
Rhino’s horn is not attached to its skull. It is actually a compacted mass of hairs that continues to grow throughout the animal’s lifetime, just like our own hair and nails. There are a growing number of killings of Rhino only for its horn, to fulfil our faulty belief. But the Rhino habitat grassland is the source of diversity of grasses, which may provide us new variety of rice and wheat in future to face the challenges of climate change.  But our age old superstition invigorated with the availability of modern tools (an outcome of rational thinking and innovation). It is a tragedy of our civilization. There is a need for global approach and initiatives to protect this beautiful life and remove superstition. Let us try for it!
Jayanta Apr 2014
Soil: the great connector and healer!
River: the messenger of time and energy!
Mountain: the mark of immense hope and stepping up!
Plain: the ground for practicing and achieving dream!
Flower: the smear of flourishing smiles!
Grass: the broaden of tranquility!
Birds: the messenger of exuberance!
We are only visitors to this arcade!
Since the don of our civilization trying hard to infer nature’s creation!
In the sweet memory of the conversation with the Mr Yrmolotha Phiro,a  ninety six years old Lotha Naga  gentleman of Phiro village of Wokha district of Nagaland  ,India, in January 12, 2014 . He share me their view on nature and human life  as per  Lotha Naga's  Ethos-Ethics and world view. It was a great learning.
Jayanta Apr 2014
Please repay me
My childhood!
I want to listen
My lost assonance in my mother’s enunciation!
To refresh myself with melody of eternity!

Please bestow me
My childhood!  
I want collect dew from the leaf!
To amass nature’s blessing!

Please confer me
My childhood!
I want to flee my kite to perpetuity and
mist in the hallowed invisibility!
Remembering my childhood days out of materiel world
Jayanta Apr 2014
Sit by a river,
Inquiry about flow!

Look at sky
Think about infinity!

Travel in a forest
Look at the relationship!
Reveals, how tiny and pitiable we are
Jayanta Apr 2014
I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!

Kings travelled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!

Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you were able to control me
and limit your struggle!

In reality you are trying hard  to **** me!  
But still, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!

I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!

This time,
You can’t stop me!!
There was a river called Kalong flowing through Nagaon, Morigaon and Kamrup district of Assam, India. Kalong starts its journey from the colossal Brahmaputra and flowing through valleys (of three districts) and again meet Brhmaputra along with another river Kapili in the same spot. In post independent India, planners were becoming blind with power and half learned knowledge of technology, tamed the river at its source, in the name of flood control and irrigation. This exercise stopped the flow of water through the river channel and water for irrigation is becoming a distant dream for the farmer. But the hydrological   and seismological situation of the region indicates Kalong will revive one day and it will create its own path again; but nobody knows what will happened to villages and towns developed on its old path.
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