Monday, December 31, 2012

INTO THE WILD-2


Jungle owlet hoots early in the dawn
And drags me out of my dream
Unwillingly, I molt from the sleeping bag
‘Let’s go commandos’ I hear a call
He’s none other than our Raju dai!

Around the fire, we gather
Rapid fire round ticks in the clock
Heart beats as if it’s gonna explode now
Everyone looks pale as if they are sentenced to hell.

With the arms and ammunitions (C’mon not for the war)
Including binoculars, books, note books, pen and camera
Along the transects we march ahead into the wild.

Oh, that’s black kite points one
No, that’s Osprey yells another
‘sssh, this is a jungle not a fish market’
We start whispering.

Few steps ahead, we fit our camera traps
Hoping to capture all the animals
When it comes to perform walk test
I am always a Rhino!
 
We hear a strange noise behind the bushes
Wow, there’s a rhino enjoying his meal
Hiding behind the trees, we try to have a glance
And enjoy the scene.

Following the pugmarks, scats and pellets
We run across the river, forest, grasslands
Every day is a new learning
And a new experience!

Unloading ourselves around the fire
And howling like jackals
Having fun with no limitations
Followed by some important lessons.

Power-points, paper-works and all the hard tasks
Inspiring movies and wonderful documentaries
were just amazing
(With the background music of snores was always well collaborated)

Birds to cats and pugmarks to scats
Butterflies to snakes and frogs to crocs
We kept on following but sometimes it sucks!

No matter how far we walked
No matter how hard we worked
All the memories that we spent together
are fresh like the scats in the bank of Narayani.

With the aspirations to become
Wildlife biologists, birdist or
Experts of herpeto-fauna and butterflies in the days to come
We march ahead into the wild!!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

THE LOST WARRIOR


The mighty canines that smeared many preys are now blunt
The tusks that clashed in great battles are just show cases
The growls of bear that was once so loud has turned mute
The birds have stopped singing and monkeys have stopped climbing
The rhinos and hippos have no works except sleeping and basking.

Isn’t it pathetic?

And no more wild as the wilderness is gone
Have turned to living specimens with nothing own
Compelled to live behind the bars
And hear the human’s noise and tease.
The legendary is dead and gone.



“Oh dear human, please leave me free!
Let me spread my wings and fly in the sky
Let me run far and wide
Let me sing the songs I like
Let me live my own life”
Is what I read through their eyes!