When my nest won’t be tangled,
and my tree not likely strangled,
while my river will flow undefiled,
my forest allowed to grow wild,
my pastures left free to forage,
my wings not bound in cordage,
will ever I wake up to this sight,
or forever sleep filled with fright?
[In the frame: Pied Myna or Asian Pied Starling (Gracupica contra); Aarey Forest, Mumbai]
– Narendra Nayak © 2019
Great poem from a bird’s point of view.
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Thanks a lot, Pat! 🙂
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Sadly a very scary scenario for not only the birds but also our children to be in, for tomorrow seems very bleak veiled under a poisonous mask.
The pic as always is brilliant N. Inspite of the grim reality we are facing, i liked the positive spirit in your title 👍
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Thank you so much, R, for your appreciation and for your valued thoughts! If Mother Nature is hurt, we will all suffer the agony – that is the harsh truth which, unfortunately, we all have shut our minds to. And Hope is all that we are left with now; Hope that we all will awaken from this deep slumber; Hope that it will not be a rude awakening…
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Analogous to so many lives. Living in the constant fear, will hope be enough to survive…Well done!
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Thanks a lot, Pallavi, for your kind words and for expressing your mind! When the outlook is bleak, hope is all that keeps us going…
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Beautiful poem and fantastic picture.
We must never lose hope, we humans do love nature too much to totally
reak havoc. So many fight today for a cleaner world. Both air, oceans and earth.
May this continue to grow.
Miriam
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Thank you so much, Miriam! Yes, there’s hope yet, so long as there are these children of Mother Nature who will speak up and not stand down.
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Great post! Thank you!
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Thank you so much, Sir!
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