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If poetry was a person, she would chant prayers of saviour, she would heal the brown scars and make roses bloom, yet again. And then she would drift away with my waves, into the senile heart of a saintly being....
Murmurs. They travel through the thick canopies on my left and drift with my waves. They come to a halt on some busy bank full of saffron flags and sinister beings. From there, they pave their way into some old stone temple. More murmurs and more sins washed, more people dead and more flowers plucked. They return to me, in utter dismay, in the form of cremation ashes and withered marigolds.They flood my banks on these spring days and abandon me on dark lunar eclipses.
The forest on my left is as bare as the bodies of the humans who wash their sins on my "holy" waters and the concretes on my right are as high as my tides. Last year, I felled those concretes with my tides and swallowed acres of sown land. The land tasted like dead insects. I've chugged tons of sulphur and the air fairy has lost her lungs to methane. She tells me many a time,"These humans put up posters about clean cities and they spit liquor on the same, how pathetic!". Indeed, pathetic is all that comes to my mind when I recall sapiens.
I've seen fire bloom on my shores and travel to the womb of the forest spirit. She was bearing a beautiful sapling back then but that little thing had the fate of a sand grain. They call it campfire and ignorantly leave it spreading into internity. But oh! on lunar eclipses I'm as hungry as the ocean and they drowned till they were anchored to my bed. I've roared till ages and now the forest is deaf enough to ignore my cries unlike before when she consoled me and the city loud enough to suffocate them. I've killed and I've freed, souls into the wilderness.
Now, they come to me, with frowns plastered onto their mighty faces. They plead me to shower rain and hail...but....I reply with deafening silence. The war has ended on my left and just begun on my right, and when I say war I don't just mean blood and death. Wars with oneself are much, much more destructive. The sky has summoned revenge and I, have cooperated. Shedding tears after committing grave sins for eons, is of little impact.
ഇതൊരു നവജന്മമാണെന്നു തോന്നിപ്പോകും വർഷങ്ങളായി മണ്ണിൻ്റെ ഗന്ധം കൊതിക്കുന്ന മരത്തൈകളുടെ പുതുജീവൻ ലഭിക്കുന്ന പുതുമനിറഞ്ഞനിമിഷം.. ഒരു ഉണർവേകുവനായ് മഴത്തുള്ളികൾ ചുംമ്പിച്ച മണ്ണിൻ്റെ സ്നേഹംജലം കുഞ്ഞിമരത്തിനേ ഭൂമിയുടെ ഉയരത്തിലെത്തിക്കുന്നു. ഭൂമിയുടേ മനസ്സിനെ അറിഞ്ഞും,തലോടിയും,കുസൃതികൾ കാണിച്ചും മരം വളർന്നു.. ഭൂമിയായ അമ്മയുടെ സ്നേഹത്തിലും... പ്രകൃതിയെ സൗന്ദര്യത്തിൻ ദേവതയാക്കിയും. നമ്മെല്ലാവർക്കും ആശ്വാസം പകർന്നീടുന്ന പച്ചമരത്തണലായും... എന്നുമെന്നും മരങ്ങൾ ജനിക്കട്ടെ... മനുഷ്യനന്മയ്ക്ക് കീർത്തിപകരാൻ പച്ചപ്പിൻ സൗന്ദര്യം അവനിയിലെന്നും നിറയട്ടെ....... #worldenvironmentday#environment#Malayalam #MirakeeMalayalam#മലയാളം