The Voice Of The Elephants Seems To Be Overtaking Us Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Cut you, cut you not the forests,
Cut you, cut you it not
To cleanse and clear it,
O woodmen, firewood-collector,
Woodcutter,
Axe you, axe you it not
As the woods have thinned they
As for encroachment and inroads,
Incursion and intrusion into,
Cutting and clearing planfully!

Elephants, it now seems to be trumpeting,
Rising in revolt,
Complaining against,
Waving the ears,
Thumping the front leg
In a half bent way of greeting
On the earth,
Symbolic of
Forbidding to cut the trees anyone,
Seem to be gathering
To give a joint petition,
A deputation against jungle-cutting.