Beyond the woods…

[Note: Keeping aside the scientific discourse, I thought of sharing these poetic thoughts. Being in the wild- has always given me an opportunity to explore myself and this nature around me. On the top, observing elephants in the wild, gives you this contentment- indefinable! It was my field work in Hassan that inspired me to write this poem when I was following a herd of elephants through human-settlements and coffee-bushes. It is entirely different experience, I must say, to observe these magnificent creatures enmeshed in the complexity of changed-ecological arena. A reality, in fact. Albeit, a sad one! One of my field-experiences, I could say. Sharing it.]


Beyond the woods…

The thuds and the squeaks…

And then, this silence…

Of the concealed clatters…

Fills the humid ambiance…

The splash of the mud…

And the hovering wasps…

Somewhere behind the bamboos…

Rests the mighty trunk…

Smelling the sweat of wild flowers…

Intoxicated…

Yet, vigilant!

As grey as the rock,

Submerged in the land…

Where thousands of them

Might have crossed…

Along the trails…

As verdant as the grasses-

Munched somewhere beyond the woods!

Ahead they move-

Calmly…

The withered leaves under their feet,

Like a globe of furs!

Inside those tiny hamlets…

Scattered….

Hither, thither and yon…

Sleeps that fear-

A fear of being crushed…

A fear-

That rises with the rise…

Of that wild moon!

With a hush-

A heart pound can hear!

The slumber with the eyes-

As open as the sky!

Somewhere in the woods-

The screech of  that owl…

Strikes those mighty ears…

Flap and flap…

And the stillness, again!

The ripples in the puddle…

The cologne…

Of the ripen grains…

Barriers of no border!

And the emancipation…

Of the abiding caravan!

Righteousness, the nature did…

Rivers, lands and forests…

Theirs, it was…

And it will be…

As elderly as the twisted boughs…

They have caressed…

Each fragment of it!

The lush green forests-

Hence…

Hide the massive giants…

Whose fates  are written-

In their night soils-

With the sadness hidden underneath…

And the exhilaration in the air…

They march-

As silently as…

The wild moon above…

The silhouette-

Of trunks, tusks and the strength!

As vivid as the pool nearby-

They march-

To the next crop-field…

And,

The journey continues…

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-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel


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