Eco-Criticism As I Take To

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.