Cry

This is how we fuck our environment.

Photo Courtesy : Akshay

On the way

Listening to the words of death can fill anybody with fear, especially when someone is talking to chop your body parts off. Same fear ran through my fibres some days ago. Anything, with ability to move, would have gone off comprehending the notion of tools and machines placed aside, but my destiny, as presaged by nature, was paved in suffering. My base could not move an inch and I had to restrain the pain of mutilation.

The summer sun was shining intensely behind gray clouds when they brought machines to build asphalt-concrete road. There was rain sometimes, in recent days, which nurtured us with potential water. But that day I heard someone saying that they would have to cut us because we were coming in the way of their master plan.

And so they started their job. It would have been much easier if they had used chainsaw and cut off from my base but they gave me a painful treat. They started axing from the higher branches where the birds had weaved their nests but the leaves gave up and fell down and the birds had flown because they had wings. Next they chose more dense arms where the squirrels made their holes. The squirrels had scurried away because they had legs. Then finally they did my body. Each strike gave me a severe shudder, and that made me more and more detesting them. I wished I should not have produced fruits, shadows and even oxygen for them. But I was helpless because it was our destiny or duty; to live our life to provide others a life, even if they don’t care about us or environment.

I was almost dead but three days ago nature said she did not overlook us. She felt the pain which made her cry all night.

The asphalt surface is shining now as new developed things should, while the vehicles run over it at the constant speed towards their destination. And a sprout of life bloomed again on my body.


On Blog Action Day.