Hustle in the Grass: A Poem by Sudipta Maity
Hustling in the grass, he awaits
For his prey, not to become a hunt for play
The king of jungle, Gods of ancient Egypt
Now behaves like a mere cat, with more dust
than fur.
Once, his roar would make the clouds
collide with the mountains
Now, the mountains over look his pride with
apathy.
His mother was killed by the man, who roams
free in the cities.
His brother was killed by the men, for
roaming free in the city.
He regrets the day, Adam laid the foundation
of modern civilization
And made the sapiens go savage on a demonic
spree.
The once afraid species of animals now
kills him mercilessly
The once green home of his, is now dying alarmingly.
He knows no other being, that kills the
very foundation of life on earth
These beasts, they label as wild are more
domesticated for their home.
What does the humans want? He fathoms.
To become the sole centre of attention for
us, universe replies.
The hills of Aravalis, the grassland of Africa,
the desert of China
This panther can take his black spots on a
yellow stocky body through all.
With grace he will eat anything that nature
has to offer
But, respect to his life, is far more than
anything that humans tend to cater.
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You may reach author at cecbnhsdelhi@gmail.com
Sudipta Maity is an intern at Conservation Education Centre and a student of Bachelor of Science (Zoology) at Dr. Zakir Hussain Delhi College.
Sudipta Maity is an intern at Conservation Education Centre and a student of Bachelor of Science (Zoology) at Dr. Zakir Hussain Delhi College.