Consecrate us
to grow more!

Bless us
to climb high!

Craft us
to become helpful and useful to all!
Furnish us vigour
to stand sturdily !

Radiance us    
to swell your splendour and simplicity every where!

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!

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!

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

They come and
Sale their wilderness
To the city!

They come and
Disseminate their chortle to city dwellers!
They come and
Teach business of honesty and humanity to the
People living in the jungle of concrete and sorrow!

They are prudent,
They are celebrant of
Compassion, peace and happiness!

It is the mother’s care which perks up us,
In our family and clan ………,
In our space and time…..,
In our dream, thought and prayer.. !

It is our mother..
Who edify us, ‘how to begin life…’
Make our life vivacious and beautiful!

It is our mother…
Who create hurdles on our way...
Pose limit to our greed!

It is our mother….
Who define way for us ….
Accomplish our need!

It is our mother….
Whom ……
We worship….
Adore….

We internalize to our brain and vein
To our blood ….
Soul….

Our mother lives in
Land… soil… forest… river ……………,
Even in leaf ..flower, fruit, egg……………
Everybody call her ‘Nature’!

Everyone is an island,
But everyone is trying to connect the island with the main land through a bridge!
Everyone is trying hard to get the soil to grow!
Thus, everybody is busy building their own viaduct!
They build it,
With their own materials of heart and soul!
But when storms come hearts are split and destabilized,
Some time liquefy in rain water!  And Bridges break down!
Again it is becoming an isolated island!
So, in the race of edifice,
Everyone is searching for material of strongest and vibrant heart,
To build the bridges sturdy and eternal!
But hearts are delicate and soluble to state of affairs of life,
So, it breaks and link fall down, and
Every one becoming island with its own soul!

I was on the way to find out my destination,
It was a rugged terrain without shed of trees on the road side,
Burning Sun shine on the top of my head and
Stony patches below my foot,
On a junction of the two roads,
You came out!
With …..
“Generous green of forest in our face,
Deepest blue of ocean in your eyes,
Melodious wind of mountain valley on your hair and
Splendid light of the don on your smile”,
As if this new path after this junction
going to lead me to the nature’s own womb.
Conversely, when we face each other you asked
‘Who I am?’ and ‘where I am going to?’
I was surprised; no one poses such questions to me on this long walk,
But I have already comes a crossed the Security man with gun in their hand,
The Beggar with stony beggaring plate in their hand,
The Food vendors with hot food in their basket,
The Knowledge tycoon with bag of books on their shoulder,
The Political guardian with embryonic power in their muscle,
No one asked any thing!
Not even look at me!
Probably for them either ‘I was insignificant or invisible!’
But your questions,
Compel me to think about my identity,
I don’t have a search engine,
to take help  from  the world wide web of identity,
So, when observing you with sensors of Imagination, Emotion and Cognition,
I found my lost identity in you,
As your child everything rooted in you,
Than I started to walk with you
Just to get the aspiration of living planet and
To protect you from the spite of ownerships, rationality, consumerism,
and demonstrationist humanity.
But after a while,
Every one started to pose question,
“Who I am?”
“Why I am walking with you?”
“How I get the right to do so?”
Than I replied my scruples enlighten me to do so!
No one understands ‘what I replied?’
Now the Political guardian of the society starts a campaign,  
The knowledge baron prepared software for this operation,
The beggar and food vendor distributing the literature with illustrative interpretation,
That…..  
“People like me are threat to the society”!
“This is an evil force of our society”!
Tomorrow…..
The security man going to declare a ‘decree’ on
Emotion, Conscience, Humanity and Love.  □□

There is no colour in tears,
So, I cannot show how much tear flows in this ocean of torment,
Don’t know how one can able to make victory against this agony!
There is no colour in tears,
So, no one can identify which stream carries his/her tears
in this ocean of distress !
Only, every one can clutch the feeling of sorrow,
With a hope someday it will glide on to contentment!!

It was decided that,
Sun will shine,
Flowers will bloom,
Rivers will flow
and the Children’s of God will play around with smile!
But, it is not materialized!
Now, Sun is shine,   but it burns all the greens,
Flowers bloom, but it releases venom,
Rivers flows, but it creates an ocean of tears,
And all the children’s of god soar away,
In the qualms of devil’s children!
Devil’s predecessors are play around
with toxin in their hand !

When I started to learn Murisha1
You are in the step of Mattla2
You tell me that,
“Take up Makkaut3 and
Go for Bip'ba4” otherwise
“Their Jab'ba- gibir5Job'basha6  will come and
take you to their Job'ba7!”
I replied, “If I engage in Makkaut,
The jingle will mislay!”
You just giggle and
Said “Beersalang8” !
Now after the squall
Everything is vivid and emerald
The melody of Murisha
Strike on Borail
and thinning out to the entire Raji9!
The wave of music sometime drive away your Ri’kro10
And your chortle flows through Diyung to the valley! ■■■

We are waiting for your blessing
Come and wash away
Filthy strains of development
Perk up our streams and river
Transmit your energy, melody and vigour  
Craft everything vivid, green and elated!

You build an image
with Soil, Water, Air, Fire and Life;
I call it nature!
You said, “No!”
“It is an image of an individual,
Like God,
Not an association of many individual!”
Than I reply,
“Individuals without an association,
Do not have any existence”!
“Each one is connected with other,
Tied in a web to craft the concord of existence,
And to engineered the identity!
On this web of relationship and interdependence!”
Like “I exist, because you exist!”, or
“You exist, because I exist!”
In God’s own word,
“It is Nature!”
Moreover to me, “God exist, because nature exist”
So, “Nature is GOD” and “GOD is an association”.□□□