Krishna’s Pride
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Submitted by Shail Raghuvanshi on October 4, 2009 | 24 views 2 Comments
They lie lifeless,
the beautiful fanlike feathers
no longer open up to display their splendour,
the seed of hope that man had planted -
a poison trip for the country’s national symbol,
a species representing the nation’s pride
lies abandoned like a decomposing corpse,
oh! Krishna, just see what they have done
to the fertile green eyed feather that adorned your crown?
it lies desecrated in the mire of human callousness, greed and survival,
the wondrous aura of the past where forests echoed
with the call of the peacock now lies dormant,
the deadly silence mourns an invaluable loss of nature,
a deprivation only the wild understands
a grief only the universe bears.
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This little poem nicely captures my feelings when I see such feathers being sold near traffic signals in chennai. I used to think how such beautiful feathers would have looked if they had still remained with the peaccck. I had the fortune to see a peacock dance in a natural environment. It is simply breath taking…
Thanks for reminding of such little things which me miss in our life.
Hari
Thanks Hari. It feels good to know that there are still people who mourn the loss of part of nature.