Eco-Criticism As I Take To Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Ecology,
I see it in
The animals out of their habitats
Living as caged animals,
Environment,
I see it in the forests
Being cleaned and cleared.

I see the orang-utans
Deserted and destitute
Lying pathless
On seeing the forests cut for oil cultivation
In Indonesia and Malaysia.

I see the tigers petitioning
As for the Tiger Temple
For their conservation
Complaining against the animal rightists
As for what in complaints, hoarse
Try you keep them at least?

O you, for bird flu,
Burn you not the poor chickens,
If the disease has to break out, it will,
None can check,
But burn you not
The poor chickens!

O Indian maharajahs,
You could not keep the cheetahs,
The cheetahs,
Hunted you down for pleasure,
Could not,
Could not conserve them!

Just for believing the animal activists
You banned the circus tigers,
Btu what did the animals get it,
Get it,
Would activists fed them?

O tribal fellows,
Kill you not the wild cats,
Grizzled and freckled
For a picnic,
A wildfire,
A hunt!

Kill you, kill you not
The porcupines,
The hedgehog-like porcupines
But with the spikes
Near the foothills
Into the holed under!

The golden jackal,
Its howling
Tallying with human howling,
I like it most,
I like it,
How does it howl,
Marvellous, marvellous!

Gopi ji buti bhejo, buti bhejo,
Gopi ji, Gopi ji,
Where the parrots speaking,
Green, but pink-necked parrots
Of Punditji?

I do not know
Who is but Gopiji
If he a merchant
To give the booty to it
Or if the master's son,
Who to give the buti, herb-cereal,
Let us see.

Never, never did I like
The sacrifice of the buffaloes,
Never, never of the camels,
The big-big animals,
The abattoirs with vultures.

The hills, the clusters and chains of hills,
Hills surrounding,
Standing as a litter of
Encircling, encompassing
I find them bereft of bereft of trees.

The quarries,
The stone quarries,
I can the rocks blasted,
Stones being crushed
For railway lines and buildings
And bituminous roads to make.

Where the black bears,
The black bears,
Climbing not the trees
In its way,
Running and gasping?
Where the red-mouthed monkeys,
Shortish, smallish
Monkeys,
Red-mouthed monkeys
Taking leaves and fruits?

How the hanumans,
The black-mouthed hanumans
Going with the little hanumans
As the mothers with children
Clung to their breasts and laps?

O you shot, shot dead
The camels, camels
For water, water crisis
In Australia,
Shot, shot you
Dead, dead the poor animals,
Poor animals!

The golden orioles
So sweet in word notes,
The black cuckoo
So sweet warbling,
The white owls
Looking strangely beautiful!

Near the platform
The railway platform of the city
Saw I, saw I
So many crows cawing, cawing at eve
And the mynahs, mynahs
Making a noise
For settling down.

The house sparrows
I find them not, find them not
Chirping, twittering,
Picking grains
And flying away
At the sound of the footsteps,
Whirring and flying away.

The woodpeckers I see
Looking bizarre, grotesque,
The kingfishers
Painted and colourful,
The blue birds
Dazzling blue and shiny
When in flight
But shaded with.

The white breasted water hens,
How do they call,
Have you heard, heard it
From the pond side thickets,
Bushes and the marshes?

It was a beauty,
Beauty to see,
See the painted storks,
Black and white
And billed
So big and large
Flying and landing from.

The Lord of the Hills and Woods,
Go and bow your head before
The sacred stones under the wild tree
And the storks sitting over squabbling,
Glory be to Yaksharaj Baba
One passing by with the hanging locks!

I doing havanas
For to keep environment
Pure,
I doing havanas
For environment sake
Without being ritualistic excesses
And that too without the pundits
I myself a pundit rising against greed.

I took my journey to Kailash,
Mount Kailash
To see, see the Abode of Shiva,
Shiva,
To see Mansarovar, Mnsarovar,
Kailash, Kailash!

How did, did the lingam,
The lingam, Shiva-lingam
Form out of the icicles,
How did, did the lingam
Out of ice, snow
At Amarnath, Amaranth Cave
And the area reverberated with
Om namah shivay, Om namah shivay?

In the Himalayan ranges
Did I meditation, transcendental meditation
Looking beyond the fringes
As far the eyes went to, the mind dwelt it
Delving deep into.

Under the rudraksha tree
Searched I, searched I Shiva
Doing the japa
With the rosary beads
To be given to when reaching home
Or during the homeward journey,
Knew I the characteristic of trifla churna.

My ecology, my environment
Is to vanish in the Panch-tattava,
The Five Elements
To return to the elemental; things
From which the body is composed of
To be back to Nature
The rocks, stones and trees of it.