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Saga of Change

a poem by Abhay Chhibber

There was a little girl who lived near the banyan tree,
A small hut in the forest, and all over nature to see…

Her morning would start with birds chirping around,
and night would end with howling of the hound…
In the afternoon, she would walk in the field and play,
trying to catch butterflies was how she spent rest of her day…

Her aunt was always worried whenever she went out alone,
and that is why daily she got followed by her uncle stone…
A gun is what her protective uncle always carried,
which was gifted to him by the woman he had married…

It was a bright sunny day, when she got tired, sat and wanted to do nothing more,
and that is when she heard a lion’s roar…
She started looking around and tried to see,
Instead of being afraid, excited was she…

A glimpse of those big eyes was all she got,
Before her uncle took the lion down with his shot…
Her uncle then told her to run back home and hide,
Because other lions were about to come hearing the gunshot in that field wide…

She reached home and told her aunt the same,
They both then hid and prayed the Lord’s name…
Hours passed, then slowly the days,
But he never came back from that maze…

The girl blamed the lions for her uncle to be lost,
She vowed that she’ll take revenge at any cost…
She became a good hunter with her growing age,
She caught many lions and put them in cage…

Torturing and starving them was what she would daily do,
It was now her routine in her own home made zoo…
But one day a shocking news she had received,
Uncle stone returned home, he never was deceased…

He shared the tale of those lions big brown,
Whom he had hunted with help of men from another town…
They were great hunters who came to his aid,
They saved his life and were about to go to next raid…

He then said “I owed those hunters my life”
And “with them I had to leave, but I couldn’t tell you or my wife…”
A misunderstanding this big of the incident that day,
Had changed the girl totally, that’s all she had to say…

With many regrets and sorrow now in her eyes,
She cried and her mistake now she had realised…
She left the cages open and animals were now free,
But no, she was no longer the girl who lived near the banyan tree, whose only hobby was to play and enjoy the natural beauty she would see…

My home, My cage!

a poem by Brian Fernandes

In my home, my cage
The Door is ajar,
But I remain closed
Suffused with rage.
The light shines through
Pings me in the eye
Oh! Had I dozed?
Maybe, but not long before
Comforted perhaps
By the status quo.

While sleeping dogs lie
Tigers do not rest
Restless in the wild
And in their cage,
Ready to fight
But if hunted,
Ready for flight.
Here I am,
Secure at home
Four walls and a dome
Discomfited by just light!

For outside
It’s not all sunshine
There’s hate,
There’s hoax, there’s hurt
Some think is necessary
And is just fine.
I, I wonder why
And I cry.
Then I see that they are attached,
To what they have
To what they don’t
With strings so strong,
They’ve twisted the strands
Into all that’s wrong.

Is it I, I wonder
Am I that tiger?
If not I, then who?
I ponder.
Can I pull those strings?
This way and that
Till they detach?

I worry,
Will I be hunted?
Have an encounter?
Be put in a cage
And up till the end, flounder?
Please, the time’s not right
Don’t ping me again
That I may wake
And wander out
Of my home, my cage…

Beyond

a poem by Sunil Rajagopal

It is very strange
that we fear old death
and his sister change,
until our last breath.
Nothing is ordained
but the dire siblings;
they are not the end,
just new beginnings.
When rivers change course,
it is not the end
of their ebb; their force
heals beyond the bend.
We may feed the earth
when we are all gone,
forests may take birth,
birds may find new dawn.

The Unchanged

a poem by Alok Mishra

Win and loss; pearls and pleasures;
The indifferent waves of mighty ocean;
The fading evening and rising Sun;
Oft the falling and trembling heart measures:
‘What was the thing that changed?’
‘Where is the world? Where will it be?’