It is God’s wonderful creation.
In this Man lost his identity on cutting down the forest. And parted from the
Almighty.
Supreme spirit of the infinite,
granted life,
Life evolved as a creature
called Human Being,
Mankind was manifested with
consciousness,
Every corpuscle vocalized—
spiritualism and mysticism,
With the never ending zeal in
every soul,
With the eternal enthusiasm for
being immortal,
And with the power of the earth
and water.
In the shades and breezes of
mounted trees,
Wisdom poured in as streams of
water,
Energy filled in every atom, in
that green woodland,
Man forgot the greatness of his
resting place,
Goaded into madness of
materialistic possessions,
Insanity grew and got into
several tangents, and
Slashed forest in the obsession
of wealth and sustenance.
Life of mortal moved from
universal to personal,
Man isolated from real
existence,
Swamped with the wave of
ignorance,
Started living with the feeble
flow of energy,
Growing with the greasing grip
on milieu,
Resting in the four walls of
restrictions,
Messing with the laws of
creation.
In the kinship with the man and
nature,
Agriculture agreed with the man
to start,
On the stage of fallen branches
and leaves,
On the ploughed field of
uprooted trees,
With the water in the ditches
of no tree land.
Roaming with memory of forest
riches,
Man looked out, ignoring the
light within.
Lost the resonance with the
God’s harmony,
Divisions were made with
longitudes and latitudes,
Partitions into kingdoms, kingdoms
into cities,
Obsessed with power over the
partners on the plain,
Marring money entered the frail
survival,
Rusticated the knowledge of
making peace and happiness,
Bond of love with universe
turned to bondage.
Walking on the rope of inhumane
humanity,
Lost the shelter with the
shattered forest,
Experienced the lurid light of
the Sun,
Blown away with the razing
storms,
Quivered in the raging quakes
of the Earth,
Pondering for the pasture of
tamed tails,
Got into the conflagration of
discovered dazzle.
Man lost the way to home of the
Most High,
Missed the vitalizing glance of
the Divine,
Stopped startling for the
amusements on the globe,
Wresting valuables from the
friendly Nature,
Water no more purifying the
filthy heart,
Earth no more gladdening the
polluted mind,
Sacred association with the
Almighty slayed into shreds.
Lord’s words to benighted being
on the Land,
My dear Man, come out of the
imaginative illusions,
Realize the purpose and the
truth of situations,
You are a boon not a goon in
the Infinite,
You are swinging in the
Nature’s cradle,
Be in it and be with it,
Power of union is greater than
Power of possession.
©Kranthi Kiran Ale
24/01/2016
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