High time

 

High time

Tonsured lands of Amazon!
Lungs of the world, severed?
What a pity! Disappearing trees
Write burning stories of boiling destiny.

Leaders! Qualified scholars,
Where will you capture the evergreen words?
Leaves, very soon, will leave the world.

Do you still have time to slaughter?
So much on the high?
Your sheepish laughter,
Cattle rearing greed will wither
In the pyre of the heat and the fire
You’ll swoon to death,
Lose your wealthy, gifted breath.

Aren’t you cutting down the branches you’re sitting on?
You morons! Alas! Alas! Alas!
Reminds us of the ignorant Kalidas*!

He then resurrected as a true erudite,
started writing enchanting poetry
it’s high we bring the amazing Amazon back to life
by planting millions of lifesaving trees.

Note:
Kālidāsa was a Classical Sanskrit writer, widely regarded as the greatest poet and dramatist in the Sanskrit language of India. His plays and poetry are primarily based on the Vedas, the Ramayana, the Mahabharata and the Puranas. Much about his life is unknown, only what can be inferred from his poetry and plays. (Wikipedia)
The legend says that he was a nincompoop, fell off from a tree because he was cutting the branch on which he was sitting. He got a boon from the Goddess of learning, Saraswati to become a legendary writer.

© supratik 2019
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