How our life will be without
forest? How the world will look like without forest? Where will the foragers go
if there won’t be any forest to live? These are some of the questions brings goosebumps
in me. After travelling deep inside the
forest and falling in love with it has made me connected intensely to it. I
often fear losing my lover (forest), seeing it slashed and burnt by the machine
lovers. My eyes burn with tears seeing my lover dead and buried in grave, upon
which stand the cemented buildings and factories. Blood drain from my heart
seeing the fellow foragers displaced and lifeless. I cannot envision living in
a land of grave. Time and again haunted by my lover and chastised with deadly flood,
cyclone, earthquake and fatal disease. I know you are in deep pain underneath,
I know the poisonous gas is choking your throat, the waste materials are making
you filth, the heat from AC, motor vehicle etc. are making you ill…I wish I
have a magic band to clean it all for you. I miss your freshness; the dew drops
of love, the scent of your body and touch of cool breeze.
Oh my lover, take me along with
you into the grave before I die getting hunted by you and your deadly
punishment.
