Perhaps I could sing words of birds
Along smiling shoots of spring
In the company of mango bloom
And soothing green of cuckoo’s Pancham*,
And dance under the canopy of clouds
To the peacock’s call in the backyards
On the pathway of Meghdootam**
There in the abode of Saras***;
Or inscribe them on deadly diskettes
For the posterity.

In my meg-city museums, mummies
Of birds celebrate, sing silently,
In the tombs of Natural History.
Who shall cherish the memory
Of my jungle of skyscrapers
And of glass-scrapers which scares
The heavenly eagles away;
Of serpentine Metro that snatches
The abode of Shesha’s**** descendants away?

Notes:
* Fifth of the seven notes “Saa, Re, Ga, Ma, Pa, Dha, Ni” in Indian music.
** A bird that lives in pairs
*** Kalidasa’s literary work
**** The cosmic serpent – ancester of the earthly ones