A CONVERSATION
A CONVERSATION
O My dear Forest why are you
Shedding tears, please tell me",
Asked the curious Earth.
O My dear Earth I feel very sad
For the untimely death of my
Flora and Fauna who are my
Loving offsprings ever in birth."
Who made you sad?, Again
Asked the Earth, please tell me
Dear I will try my best to
Make you happy. "
No dear Earth you can never
Because the miscreants are
Your naughty children whom
You shelter on your lap. "
Retorted the sad Forest.
Who are they? Which children
Of mine? I can't recognize
Unless you give me their
Specific details first," replied
The Earth with gest.
They are your biped sons who
Are the clever most offsprings
Of yours and craves for money
Day and night non-stop "
Clarified the Forest.
Again dissatisfied Earth enquired
The details, " Earning is not a bad
Quality. They earn their living.
Then what harm they committed
To you, please narrate me frankly. "
Puzzled Forest opened his mouth
Truly, " Yes they have been
Hacking my body and digging my
Shoulders since modernisation
Till today which gives me severe
Pain intolerable. "
Affectionate Earth began to sob
And expressed, " Oh Oh! So is it?
I love them very much for their
Intelligence. But I must hate them
For their barbarity. But not all my
Children, there may be few. "
Yes Earth Mam, "your noble sons
Are poor but your naughty sons
Are rich but with a full covetous eye
To turn richer overnight. They
In this century most of the times
Cut my Sal Piasal Sandal arms
For selling stealthily at higher
Rate "
Any more complaints" asked the
Earth. " Yes Mam they loot the
Ivory of my big friend tusker
After shooting him.
Also, they dig my stunt shoulder
Like friend gigantic mountain for
Valuable ores to make money.
Also, give smoke to bees living
In my arms for stealing their
Hard-earned honey. Mixing this
Honey with sugar water they
Sell those for extra profit."
The Earth nodded her head with
Despair and twisted her lips with
Hatred while hearing about her
Wicked loving sons' miscreancy
And sobbingly told, " Yea My dear
Forest, you are cent percent right.
The land is one third which is my
Back, oceans are two third which
Is my stomach. Really my biped
Sons are very much naughty.
They always have been giving me
Fatal pain since the beginning of
Civilization by digging my belly
And back to explore new unique
Stuff by force which wound me.
But I am a loving mother. I tolerate
Their tyranny without spitting a
Single curse.
Sometimes when I feel excessively
Angry I give them a slap in
The shape of a quake, volcano, gale,
And warning as a brush fire, ocean
Blaze to relax. Mind me
Dear I am a more suffering mother
Than you. Still, I go on revolving as
Per the direction of Almighty. "
The Forest realised the gravity of
The situation and gave himself
Solace and just he was prone to
Speak to Earth, suddenly Mr. Wind
Whispered " Dear Forest you should
Never lose your heart. Now the
Noble sons of mother Earth are
Strongly taking action against her
Wicked sons who cut your hand and
Limbs kill your friends' flora and
Fauna. "
" Thank you dear friend Wind for
Your tidings. Tell your friend Earth. "
So the Forest did the same. Then
The Earth was happy and told, "
Congratulation dear friend Forest
You gave very good news. Now I
Must love immensely to my
Beloved gallant honest and noble
Biped sons. Let this century 21st be
Auspicious and lucrative for each
One of my noble sons. Goodbye. "