Monday, August 16, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
SWEET MONSOON SHOWER
Flowers fill the fallow farm
As monsoon rain spill,
Morning fresh and weather warm,
Monsoon’s down the hill.
Autumn hails brimful of smiles
Of joyous monsoon rain,
Seeping along thousand miles,
It bickers down the drain.
Sings in delight the monsoon rain
Pattering on my window sill,
“I give the farmers grain
And shower at my will”.
Trees sway in unison
When breeze ascends the valley,
Merry birds chirp in fun
Soaring aloft in rally.
Covertly patrols Sarus Crane,
Mooing buffaloes wallow,
Dipping in monsoon rain
Ponds wide and shallow.
Morning damp and foliage green,
Earth abound with cherries,
When monsoon ushers in
Brings in heavenly bliss!
Floral aroma in the air
With laden pollen dust,
To pray, I shall dare,
Monsoon forever last!
Karma Thukten
3rd of August, 2010
TIGER AND THE LAMB
Dimly was the evening lit,
Bleakly shone the moon,
Tick-tick the clock ticked
Seven past the noon.
Staggered forth a thirsty lamb
To where a brook was,
Tiger hid hushed and dumb
Behind the lemon grass.
Alighting beast anon to pounce,
“Spare me”, the lamb cried,
“I weigh lean half an ounce
Won’t appease your appetite”.
“My limbs frail and lean,
Born back the dozen days,
Insipid flesh and belly thin,
Just learnt to graze”.
“How ravenous a tiger is,
Grasses, we munch not,
Predate preys not to please.
To live”, the tiger roared.
“Our food’s hard earned,
Got two cubs to feed,
Empty belly I hunt
We don’t live on tumble-weed”.
“Labyrinth-nature plays,
Doleful creatures stray.
Foodweb’s a maze,
For long it’ll stay”.
“Feet injured and teeth blunt,
Cubs in me has no faith,
If I don’t hunt,
Won’t they starve to death?”
“If morrow, grasses plead
to feed on huss
Or on a fetid meat,
Would you forgo grass?”
“Devour me”, the lamb bleat,
“My skin for you, friend.
Let your cubs feed
Till I wholly end”.
Karma Thukten
4th Of August, 2010
Bleakly shone the moon,
Tick-tick the clock ticked
Seven past the noon.
Staggered forth a thirsty lamb
To where a brook was,
Tiger hid hushed and dumb
Behind the lemon grass.
Alighting beast anon to pounce,
“Spare me”, the lamb cried,
“I weigh lean half an ounce
Won’t appease your appetite”.
“My limbs frail and lean,
Born back the dozen days,
Insipid flesh and belly thin,
Just learnt to graze”.
“How ravenous a tiger is,
Grasses, we munch not,
Predate preys not to please.
To live”, the tiger roared.
“Our food’s hard earned,
Got two cubs to feed,
Empty belly I hunt
We don’t live on tumble-weed”.
“Labyrinth-nature plays,
Doleful creatures stray.
Foodweb’s a maze,
For long it’ll stay”.
“Feet injured and teeth blunt,
Cubs in me has no faith,
If I don’t hunt,
Won’t they starve to death?”
“If morrow, grasses plead
to feed on huss
Or on a fetid meat,
Would you forgo grass?”
“Devour me”, the lamb bleat,
“My skin for you, friend.
Let your cubs feed
Till I wholly end”.
Karma Thukten
4th Of August, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
IT TAKES A WILL TO CHANGE THE WORLD
IT TAKES A WILL TO CHANGE THE WORLD
Whenever in awe you are,
World jeering you with gales of laughter,
Downtrodden and lost in hope,
And when you feel you’re a dope…
Whenever your attempts turn futile,
Foot refuses to walk another mile,
Your sweats seep into dreary river bed
sinking beneath, unrewarded…
Whenever you feel agony in heart,
Your dreams shattered apart,
Repeated failures let you down
I pray, look around…
Look at those beauty created by men,
A car, computer, ship and plane,
Built by an assiduous man so blue
at initial failures just like you!
The will to succeed is what takes you
to success bulldozing your way through
obstacles of criticisms and blame,
Bearing only at the end, fruits of name and fame
Be it to paint skies with colors manifold
Or to carve earth with gold,
It takes an optimist man, young or old
A will to change the world.
Karma Thukten
14th July, 2010
Whenever in awe you are,
World jeering you with gales of laughter,
Downtrodden and lost in hope,
And when you feel you’re a dope…
Whenever your attempts turn futile,
Foot refuses to walk another mile,
Your sweats seep into dreary river bed
sinking beneath, unrewarded…
Whenever you feel agony in heart,
Your dreams shattered apart,
Repeated failures let you down
I pray, look around…
Look at those beauty created by men,
A car, computer, ship and plane,
Built by an assiduous man so blue
at initial failures just like you!
The will to succeed is what takes you
to success bulldozing your way through
obstacles of criticisms and blame,
Bearing only at the end, fruits of name and fame
Be it to paint skies with colors manifold
Or to carve earth with gold,
It takes an optimist man, young or old
A will to change the world.
Karma Thukten
14th July, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
VALEDICTORY WORDS FOR MY SENIORS
Together we watched the sun set,
Together defied academic laws,
Together, mocked at people
Over their silly flaws.
Together we greeted seasons in,
Together merrily sang aloud,
Together, we learnt
Day in, day out!
Together in agony we wept,
Together worked as a part,
Together we soothed
A broken heart!
Together teachers turned us sagacious,
Together hardships we resisted,
Together always, we stayed,
As though loneliness never existed!
Togetherness has become our habit,
Be it to listen or to talk,
But now, as you would go away
We would forget even to walk.
The chairs upon which you sat once,
Vacant later, we may find,
But you shall be missed,
Loved and thought always in our mind.
Deserting the place you would leave,
Poor me, gifts I have not,
But words expressing my love,
For words are all I have got.
We shall pray for thy success,
Almighty deprive thee of pain
And a time more
Bring us together again.
Karma Thukten
28/06/2010
Together defied academic laws,
Together, mocked at people
Over their silly flaws.
Together we greeted seasons in,
Together merrily sang aloud,
Together, we learnt
Day in, day out!
Together in agony we wept,
Together worked as a part,
Together we soothed
A broken heart!
Together teachers turned us sagacious,
Together hardships we resisted,
Together always, we stayed,
As though loneliness never existed!
Togetherness has become our habit,
Be it to listen or to talk,
But now, as you would go away
We would forget even to walk.
The chairs upon which you sat once,
Vacant later, we may find,
But you shall be missed,
Loved and thought always in our mind.
Deserting the place you would leave,
Poor me, gifts I have not,
But words expressing my love,
For words are all I have got.
We shall pray for thy success,
Almighty deprive thee of pain
And a time more
Bring us together again.
Karma Thukten
28/06/2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
ON HIS DEATH-BED
ON HIS DEATH-BED
M
y grandpa lay in his death bed, pale as spring rose swaying amid gentle breeze deprived of nutrition. He looked so worn out from the life he has had spent over 84 years, his physical looks would testify my statement- wrinkled faces with whatever little flesh he had thrown into folds of pink tinge, facial bones accentuated into massive protuberance above the lean jaws, grey hairs so messy as though not combed for ages and incessantly he coughed in spurts moving feebly his sight around us assembled to bid him final farewell. He had blue blanket presented to him by my father during his visit to village, covered his torso till his chest. As he swerved a bit, his old bed, perhaps as old as himself crackled with an obnoxious clatter.
‘’ It feels so great to have all of you here at a same time’’, grandpa groaned with a hoarse voice as my father watched him with eyes brimful of tears, ‘’ its 12 years since your mom passed away Dhendup’’, he told my pensive father
‘’ yes, I remember father, since when I was 18 years of age’’, my father responded in his shaky voice filled with agony as he watched me stand aside to him.
‘’ Karma, I want you to pick up that old tape recorder of mine on the shelf, I won it during singing competition held by the district government. It was the time when Pema got really impressed with me…’’.
“Pema…?’’
‘’ your grandmother’’, my father whispered.
‘’ I still remember the night she was seated on a chair watching me sing on the stage. She was the most beautiful lady then, attired in her favorite Kira* and tego**, her sweet glittering eyes whose glare was so mesmerizing. I was sort of hero then with all my heart given to her. Karma, play that audio cassette of my recorded voice sung that night of 1920, it’s beside the tape-recorder. I listen to it everytime rejuvenating my memories of my erstwhile love, my wife who left me alone to shoulder the bitter world, now that am bedridden, I want you to play for me’’, he said pointing to the shelf with his fumbling finger with tears flowing like a brook along the gorges from his weak-sighted eyes.
‘’ Yes, I will do that’’, I obeyed. Then I shoved the cassette in the recorder and pushed the ‘play’ button. It didn’t take long when we could hear our granddad sing in his powerful and enchanting voice as he took a deep breath of relief listening to it. My father broke out in a burst of tears as he heard his father sing; perhaps he heard the song long before I was ever born.
‘’ I used to collect wild berries from the woods for her. Last week, I went to see that tree but it has dried up, shriveled to that extent that it took me couple of minutes to figure it out, till I remembered the bough Pema used to cling on while I climbed up, it remained all the same’’, he held her photo, black and white torn at the edges close to his heart gazing frequently and crying hard.
On the old shelf were frames with the young photos of him, young and energetic that pretty much looked liked me. Many a times I heard my dad say that I resemble granddad for which I didn’t believe much but now, he truly was like me, same dreamy eyes with that glowing face and notorious smile I have on my face now. The photo lasted for ages all the same conserving his strength though in factuality his strength dwindled and sight weakened.
‘’ It was our happiest day when she gave birth to Dhendup, the symbol of our love that we kept alive all those years. I am weak now, I was also like you Karma, strong and impulsive when I was young, you see that trophy, that one over the table, I got it when I was declared man of the match in a soccer match by the mayor of the district. I can’t even walk now, that’s the bizarre transformation time brings in, my son’’.
I found my eyes tickling at the edges as I listened to him to finally give way to tears. The melodious song was still in the air as though he sang it yesterday and not ages ago.
‘’ Karma, I want you to revere your parents, hurt not others with what hurts you, be good and honest for life is short and we can’t adhere to one we love for eternity. I know you are a good man now, no more a boy. Be rational for wise rule the world. I have to go now, for many times I offended Pema by not reciprocating her everytime she calls me in the middle of the night since she left me. I got to go now. I am complacent you people came to watch me, It isn't an intestate death now’’.
All of us burst into tears as he, for the last time kissed her photo and closed his eyes to get into never waking slumber.
Karma Thukten
27/06/2010
*Dress worn by Bhutanese women woven out of intricate patterns covering their whole body till the toes
** Cloth worn by women over the Kira
M
y grandpa lay in his death bed, pale as spring rose swaying amid gentle breeze deprived of nutrition. He looked so worn out from the life he has had spent over 84 years, his physical looks would testify my statement- wrinkled faces with whatever little flesh he had thrown into folds of pink tinge, facial bones accentuated into massive protuberance above the lean jaws, grey hairs so messy as though not combed for ages and incessantly he coughed in spurts moving feebly his sight around us assembled to bid him final farewell. He had blue blanket presented to him by my father during his visit to village, covered his torso till his chest. As he swerved a bit, his old bed, perhaps as old as himself crackled with an obnoxious clatter.
‘’ It feels so great to have all of you here at a same time’’, grandpa groaned with a hoarse voice as my father watched him with eyes brimful of tears, ‘’ its 12 years since your mom passed away Dhendup’’, he told my pensive father
‘’ yes, I remember father, since when I was 18 years of age’’, my father responded in his shaky voice filled with agony as he watched me stand aside to him.
‘’ Karma, I want you to pick up that old tape recorder of mine on the shelf, I won it during singing competition held by the district government. It was the time when Pema got really impressed with me…’’.
“Pema…?’’
‘’ your grandmother’’, my father whispered.
‘’ I still remember the night she was seated on a chair watching me sing on the stage. She was the most beautiful lady then, attired in her favorite Kira* and tego**, her sweet glittering eyes whose glare was so mesmerizing. I was sort of hero then with all my heart given to her. Karma, play that audio cassette of my recorded voice sung that night of 1920, it’s beside the tape-recorder. I listen to it everytime rejuvenating my memories of my erstwhile love, my wife who left me alone to shoulder the bitter world, now that am bedridden, I want you to play for me’’, he said pointing to the shelf with his fumbling finger with tears flowing like a brook along the gorges from his weak-sighted eyes.
‘’ Yes, I will do that’’, I obeyed. Then I shoved the cassette in the recorder and pushed the ‘play’ button. It didn’t take long when we could hear our granddad sing in his powerful and enchanting voice as he took a deep breath of relief listening to it. My father broke out in a burst of tears as he heard his father sing; perhaps he heard the song long before I was ever born.
‘’ I used to collect wild berries from the woods for her. Last week, I went to see that tree but it has dried up, shriveled to that extent that it took me couple of minutes to figure it out, till I remembered the bough Pema used to cling on while I climbed up, it remained all the same’’, he held her photo, black and white torn at the edges close to his heart gazing frequently and crying hard.
On the old shelf were frames with the young photos of him, young and energetic that pretty much looked liked me. Many a times I heard my dad say that I resemble granddad for which I didn’t believe much but now, he truly was like me, same dreamy eyes with that glowing face and notorious smile I have on my face now. The photo lasted for ages all the same conserving his strength though in factuality his strength dwindled and sight weakened.
‘’ It was our happiest day when she gave birth to Dhendup, the symbol of our love that we kept alive all those years. I am weak now, I was also like you Karma, strong and impulsive when I was young, you see that trophy, that one over the table, I got it when I was declared man of the match in a soccer match by the mayor of the district. I can’t even walk now, that’s the bizarre transformation time brings in, my son’’.
I found my eyes tickling at the edges as I listened to him to finally give way to tears. The melodious song was still in the air as though he sang it yesterday and not ages ago.
‘’ Karma, I want you to revere your parents, hurt not others with what hurts you, be good and honest for life is short and we can’t adhere to one we love for eternity. I know you are a good man now, no more a boy. Be rational for wise rule the world. I have to go now, for many times I offended Pema by not reciprocating her everytime she calls me in the middle of the night since she left me. I got to go now. I am complacent you people came to watch me, It isn't an intestate death now’’.
All of us burst into tears as he, for the last time kissed her photo and closed his eyes to get into never waking slumber.
Karma Thukten
27/06/2010
*Dress worn by Bhutanese women woven out of intricate patterns covering their whole body till the toes
** Cloth worn by women over the Kira
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
MANALI-THE VALLEY OF GODS
MANALI-THE VALLEY OF GODS
Not by the greeting faces of sun-tanned fellows,
Along the highway, by sheer swaying willows
But, immense serenity soaked in the valley
Were we welcomed by the little town of Manali*.
Chilly wind of North escorted us in
Through vales bountiful of fresh floras all green.
Snow clad peaks zeroed in, gleaming white as ever,
As we cruised along, growling winding river.
Picturesque little houses strewn all over
Vales of paradise for enthusiastic nature lover,
Who long to see the glittering glaciers glow,
Listen to the faint jingling of rhythmic wind blow.
Men wrapped in fur overcoats with designed bouquets,
Fumbling hands shoved deep in their pockets,
Wearing wellingtons knee heighted in Manali sold
Do the fortunate mortals rejoice in cold.
Colorful attires and hats adorn the earth,
Men amid delightful weather stroll in mirth
Whistling and singing ditties of spring joys
As graceful young girls walk past the flirty boys!
Majestic Deodar trees on terrains all around,
Tulips growing ubiquitously along the sloping mound
Tinted with flaky white snow
Brings within peace to people dwelling below.
If you hadn’t seen heavenly bliss for ages,
And deem to be one of those lost sages
In quest of tranquility in doldrums albeit,
Visit charming Manali, happiness guaranteed!
Karma Thukten
23/06/2010
*Manali is a little exquisite town in Himachal Pradesh
Not by the greeting faces of sun-tanned fellows,
Along the highway, by sheer swaying willows
But, immense serenity soaked in the valley
Were we welcomed by the little town of Manali*.
Chilly wind of North escorted us in
Through vales bountiful of fresh floras all green.
Snow clad peaks zeroed in, gleaming white as ever,
As we cruised along, growling winding river.
Picturesque little houses strewn all over
Vales of paradise for enthusiastic nature lover,
Who long to see the glittering glaciers glow,
Listen to the faint jingling of rhythmic wind blow.
Men wrapped in fur overcoats with designed bouquets,
Fumbling hands shoved deep in their pockets,
Wearing wellingtons knee heighted in Manali sold
Do the fortunate mortals rejoice in cold.
Colorful attires and hats adorn the earth,
Men amid delightful weather stroll in mirth
Whistling and singing ditties of spring joys
As graceful young girls walk past the flirty boys!
Majestic Deodar trees on terrains all around,
Tulips growing ubiquitously along the sloping mound
Tinted with flaky white snow
Brings within peace to people dwelling below.
If you hadn’t seen heavenly bliss for ages,
And deem to be one of those lost sages
In quest of tranquility in doldrums albeit,
Visit charming Manali, happiness guaranteed!
Karma Thukten
23/06/2010
*Manali is a little exquisite town in Himachal Pradesh
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
THE INJURED BEE
To usher cool breeze in,
I flung the window ajar,
Anon, a bee pushed in,
Battered itself on the window bar.
Ferocious look, sting at its end,
scared, I jumped on my bed,
apprehensive, it would sting my hand
or face or leg or head.
Incessantly, the bee spun on the floor,
Abortive attempt to fly and flee,
As I watched with utmost terror,
Injured was the poor bee.
Contemplating absolutely no danger,
In a box for safety, I placed the bee,
Hoping that poor patient recover
From the plight of injury.
As I opened the box to see my friend
Later, I suffered immense compunction,
I had the bee killed, it met its end
resulting from my flawed redemption.
The love of that bee would have along roadside,
Been waiting for the deceased bee
In the morning twilight, day and night
Searching for distances till the depth of sea.
They would have flown together dating
On bright mosaic petals humming romantic ditty,
Planning their never-to-come grand wedding.
Tell me then, shouldn’t I feel guilty???
Karma Thukten
06th of April, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
THREE MEALS A DAY
THREE MEALS A DAY
It isn’t the prestige that keeps a man alive,
Neither prayers that you chant the whole day,
Not box crammed with a million cents,
But, three meals a day.
Painters spend their lives in portraits,
Dramatists in their fake play,
With a vivid motive of earning,
Three meals a day.
Man awake, guard the whole night,
Forgoing health though for a meager pay,
Just to bestow his families with
Three meals a day.
Destitute vagrants extend their arms on pathway,
Farmers till earth and tend their hay,
Sculptors strive to wear statue the best look
Only to devour, three meals a day.
If three meals’ what men need,
Why affray and violent deed?
What for are the battles fought?
What for are the powers sought?
It doesn’t require a lucrative post,
To make through your way
In earning a simple diet of,
Three meals a day.
Why then people aspire for more?
Confront those impeding their way?
Aren’t these people satiated with,
Three meals a day???
Karma Thukten
24th of March, 2010
It isn’t the prestige that keeps a man alive,
Neither prayers that you chant the whole day,
Not box crammed with a million cents,
But, three meals a day.
Painters spend their lives in portraits,
Dramatists in their fake play,
With a vivid motive of earning,
Three meals a day.
Man awake, guard the whole night,
Forgoing health though for a meager pay,
Just to bestow his families with
Three meals a day.
Destitute vagrants extend their arms on pathway,
Farmers till earth and tend their hay,
Sculptors strive to wear statue the best look
Only to devour, three meals a day.
If three meals’ what men need,
Why affray and violent deed?
What for are the battles fought?
What for are the powers sought?
It doesn’t require a lucrative post,
To make through your way
In earning a simple diet of,
Three meals a day.
Why then people aspire for more?
Confront those impeding their way?
Aren’t these people satiated with,
Three meals a day???
Karma Thukten
24th of March, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
TRUE LOVE DEFINED
TRUE LOVE DEFINED!!
Fallen under a tall growing willow,
Wriggled an injured young sparrow
Scared and weary of helpless flappings
Of its tender and undeveloped wings.
Countless birds chirped merrily in the sky,
Leaving the only bird unable to fly,
Injured, bruised and lame
Amid fiery predators in quest of game.
Aside, a stray dog happened to pass by,
Ravenous, obsession in its eye,
Lurking around for fowls to steal,
Dire hungry to feed even on putrid meal.
The dog alights upon the young bird,
With massive teeth ready to tear it apart,
From its massive jaw, filthy saliva drips,
To devour its prey sly dog creeps.
From a bough, then mother-sparrow fall
Pecking hard on the dog’s nozzle,
Terrified, feathers standing at its end
Heart palpitating, it faces the giant.
Afraid too was the mother-sparrow,
Yet an inward force compelled her to go
To save her baby bird so dear
Driven by love so great for her fear.
The love of her was greater than the death,
An inward force fear couldn’t impede,
Dog seemed to have appreciated her gallantry,
Still hungry, the dog left them free!
Karma Thukten
23rd March, 2010
Fallen under a tall growing willow,
Wriggled an injured young sparrow
Scared and weary of helpless flappings
Of its tender and undeveloped wings.
Countless birds chirped merrily in the sky,
Leaving the only bird unable to fly,
Injured, bruised and lame
Amid fiery predators in quest of game.
Aside, a stray dog happened to pass by,
Ravenous, obsession in its eye,
Lurking around for fowls to steal,
Dire hungry to feed even on putrid meal.
The dog alights upon the young bird,
With massive teeth ready to tear it apart,
From its massive jaw, filthy saliva drips,
To devour its prey sly dog creeps.
From a bough, then mother-sparrow fall
Pecking hard on the dog’s nozzle,
Terrified, feathers standing at its end
Heart palpitating, it faces the giant.
Afraid too was the mother-sparrow,
Yet an inward force compelled her to go
To save her baby bird so dear
Driven by love so great for her fear.
The love of her was greater than the death,
An inward force fear couldn’t impede,
Dog seemed to have appreciated her gallantry,
Still hungry, the dog left them free!
Karma Thukten
23rd March, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
NIGHT OF TRANQUILITY
NIGHT OF TRANQUILITY
The sky is clear tonight,
Bathed in moons’ brilliant rays,
That the heaven wholly lit
Sets dazzled earth ablaze.
Million stars hanging aloft whisper
Filling vacuum with gossips of heavenly bodies,
Enthralling the poor tantalized planets
With their twinkling beauties.
Moon sets out with a boat,
Humming across the clouds, it doth drift,
Halting to repose its massive sphere
at places on rugged earthly rift.
Rescuing the earth from the dark,
When deluded men loses to fake dreams,
Moon cast her royal shadow
Upon blissful winding streams.
Parliament of owls hoot their best songs,
To welcome queen moon tonight,
Who reward with darkness illuminated,
As the complacent moon from the boat alight.
Nocturnal creatures rejoice in triumph,
Dancing as the breeze play pleasant tune,
Clouds fall apart to give way
For the voyage of the Queen Moon.
Early dawn as the sun awakens,
To see mortals in doldrums weep,
Tired stars, planets and Queen Moon
Dimmer their lights and go to sleep
Karma Thukten
22nd of March, 2010
The sky is clear tonight,
Bathed in moons’ brilliant rays,
That the heaven wholly lit
Sets dazzled earth ablaze.
Million stars hanging aloft whisper
Filling vacuum with gossips of heavenly bodies,
Enthralling the poor tantalized planets
With their twinkling beauties.
Moon sets out with a boat,
Humming across the clouds, it doth drift,
Halting to repose its massive sphere
at places on rugged earthly rift.
Rescuing the earth from the dark,
When deluded men loses to fake dreams,
Moon cast her royal shadow
Upon blissful winding streams.
Parliament of owls hoot their best songs,
To welcome queen moon tonight,
Who reward with darkness illuminated,
As the complacent moon from the boat alight.
Nocturnal creatures rejoice in triumph,
Dancing as the breeze play pleasant tune,
Clouds fall apart to give way
For the voyage of the Queen Moon.
Early dawn as the sun awakens,
To see mortals in doldrums weep,
Tired stars, planets and Queen Moon
Dimmer their lights and go to sleep
Karma Thukten
22nd of March, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
SAVE THE EARTH
SAVE THE EARTH
Humans have gone insane and wild,
Such insanity which care not even their child,
The bequest of forefathers they fulfilled not
to deliver an intact nature to the coming lot.
Earth is menaced and ill-treated,
Roses have withered, beautiful glaciers retreated,
Temperature has shot up, earth has got heated,
The trust of Almighty have the mortals cheated!
Copious trees are felled daily,
Which once adorned, now naked lies the valley.
Where has the cool breeze gone?
The tree under whose shade poets sat forlorn?
Where’s the bough upon whose twigs perched the Blue Jay?
The green meadow mob of deer play all day?
The meandering brook that relieved Sambar from heat?
The sedges inside which tiger healed its injured feet?
Hark! The Nightingale chirp melancholic song
‘’ Mercy on us”, for all passers-by drifting along
An innocent request to be disseminated near and far
With sweet and soft tweets, we fail to decipher.
Nature has warned us of our misdemeanour,
With calamities all over, deaths galore
Would be stupid to waste a minute more
To stand and stare wrathful nature roar!
So Swear by the tears in the depth of tigers’ eye,
By the concern of white cranes that flies by,
taking an oath to revive the long lost mirth,
and join hands to save our mother, EARTH!
Karma Thukten
18th of February, 2010
Humans have gone insane and wild,
Such insanity which care not even their child,
The bequest of forefathers they fulfilled not
to deliver an intact nature to the coming lot.
Earth is menaced and ill-treated,
Roses have withered, beautiful glaciers retreated,
Temperature has shot up, earth has got heated,
The trust of Almighty have the mortals cheated!
Copious trees are felled daily,
Which once adorned, now naked lies the valley.
Where has the cool breeze gone?
The tree under whose shade poets sat forlorn?
Where’s the bough upon whose twigs perched the Blue Jay?
The green meadow mob of deer play all day?
The meandering brook that relieved Sambar from heat?
The sedges inside which tiger healed its injured feet?
Hark! The Nightingale chirp melancholic song
‘’ Mercy on us”, for all passers-by drifting along
An innocent request to be disseminated near and far
With sweet and soft tweets, we fail to decipher.
Nature has warned us of our misdemeanour,
With calamities all over, deaths galore
Would be stupid to waste a minute more
To stand and stare wrathful nature roar!
So Swear by the tears in the depth of tigers’ eye,
By the concern of white cranes that flies by,
taking an oath to revive the long lost mirth,
and join hands to save our mother, EARTH!
Karma Thukten
18th of February, 2010
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