Finally, the day came, when I felt,
That I have been given back,
The plethora of joy of my childhood,
Which I thought, I would forever lack.
I got a rented house,
Behind which there is a forest,
With trees and bushes providing habitat,
To several creatures to their best.
Squirrels, mongooses, peacocks, dragonflies,
Pigeons, robins and crows,
Eagles, mynahs, bulbuls, chameleons,
And what else, only God knows.
Everything is natural and placid,
With the squirrels chattering,
The peacock crowing,
The colorful butterflies fluttering.
I really reminisce the previous days,
When I stayed in Bengal,
The branches moved to and fro,
And the leaves used to fall.
The cute little kittens,
Basking in the hot sun,
Clutched to each other.
Playing with fun.
But suddenly, there was an abrupt change,
That snatched away my jubilation,
The trees were cut and felled,
Changing my joy to consternation.
I found the entire jungle,
And the trees cut down,
Turning the green beauty,
Into withered brown.
I was mourning with despair,
And intensely dismayed,
Because of the destruction,
Which human life has made.
But still little affect did I observe,
As all the creatures still did remain,
The cute mongooses scurrying,
Fading away my emotional pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem