13 Jan 2010

A Banyan Tree and Little Sparrows





A huge big banyan tree
Stood tall aside from that main road
As a symbol of heritage for the locality
A blessed shelter for homeless
And tired Samaritans
A favourite leisure place for local gamers
It s also the home for a young sparrow family
That waited to see their kid birds
Breaking out from those eggs
Their first screams gave the joy to parent birds
As they started their life together
They had hopes about a prosperous future
As their home is in the middle of a town
They had to fly a bit far to find food
The kids are not yet ready to fly
As their wings are just starting to evolve
Along with feathers
Parents used to fly away with the belief
That their home is safe from all enemies
They used to bring back food for their hungry kids
On that day
They left their nest as usual to find food
After saying goodbyes to their chirpy kids
They never thought they had unknown enemies
Who was planning to bring down their home
As the day progressed
Some men climbed that tree
And started Cutting down every single branch
The little birds got scared
As their nest started shaking
They started screaming
Calling their parents to come back
They didn’t know what to do
They can’t fly
They just hoped that  their parents would come soon
But they ran out of luck
As their nest fell down along with a branch
Over the pile of branches and leaves
Though their nest survived the fall somehow
They felt the pain
They kept screaming
But nobody cared to look
As more leaves fell over them
They were buried under a pile of leaves
Barely can they breathe
Holding on to their hopes
It’s a heartbreaking sight
That welcomed the parent sparrows
Their nest is nowhere to see
And that big tree is standing no more
It is lying on the ground
As hundreds of pieces
More of bare skeletons now
Shocked at the sight
They started searching for their beloved kids
Flying all around screaming out loud
The kids could hear their voice
But by then their faint voice got even fainter
And hardly it rose up through the pile of leaves
They are so close to their parents
But out of sight unluckily
As the sun started setting
Someone found the little sparrows
While clearing those leaves and branches
He took that nest and kept it on safer ground
Hoping that parent birds might come and find them
Even as those parent birds kept searching desperately
For their beloved little kids
Curious onlookers took snaps of beleaguered little birds
This is the cost of the inhumane rush for development


Image from Unsplash. Thanks 


12 Jan 2010

Virtual childhood


Childhood, a memorable period in life
With innocence flowing down like ncectar
Curiosity to know about everything
Comes instinctively from the blood
As each passing day moves into a shade with a wish
That someday I will also grow up like my idol
So strong and so smart
Dreaming to become super heroes
Like in the movies that I saw recently
Well slowly, things are changing
As kids are born beside the gadgets
They become knowledgeable even before they mature
As internet and television takes them
To a world of knowledge
Good and bad
Rather than playing on grass or fields with friends
The general leisure sports
More and more kids are playing alone
In their rooms using computers', mobile phones',playstations'
Nindetos and countless gadgets
Playing themselves as the heroes
Shedding virtual blood with fun
They race on virtual fast cars and bikes
Than on their cycles
Dead toys are getting old fashioned
With electronic gizmos taking their place
Kids now know things, which their parents struggle to learn
They just sneaks into the horizons of forbidden trut
Even before their minds are ready to take it
Some of them wish to try out, to quench curiosity
With virtual strangers lurking out in dark internet highway
To take advantage of straying lambs
It is a vulnerable childhood
With temptations everywhere
When all the heroes do nothing moral or logical
There is a curious case of y-generation asking
Wh ‘y’ we shouldn’t do this and that?!
With no censorships to keep kids away
Every distorted facts looks like truth for them
When parents themselves can’t be role model
Given their troubles their past
Their silence act as manure for growing as rebels
But virtual world also boosts whiz kids
Who just grows beyond their age with their ideas
As database is there for them to get all ingredients
A platform to attain stardom
Now it’s not all about studying schoolbooks
It’s about getting all the knowledge
Beyond the limited walls of schools and libraries
A more tactical generation is coming up
Born and bred through virtual child hood