Mini Series 4 poems

Favorite spot (a poem with a ‘’green� friendly, eco-conscious missive).

Blue skies,White clouds, Bluer waters,
A Favorite spot, in the Paradise for ‘spotters’,
A lad growing up, in its lonely vicissitude,
Watching, spotting Marine life’s-timeless magnitude.

Under a generously overhung rock,
Like a kept secret under lock
Inside nature’s own accommodating eye
Clear, limpid pool oft visited by,
A family of porpoises seeking rest
And quiet, to nestle together lest
The sea calls too quickly, incessantly
To its restless way of life, instantly.

That lad is now a big guy,
For ‘Pure Marine biology’ his battle Cry!
A formidable task force he leads
Who await his orders like impatient steeds.

Save marine life from pollution and harm’s way
Removing, preventing, correcting, holding sway
They patrol the seas in all weather
Rescue sea mammals, from illegal net’s tether.

His word
Is heard
In many a Top level international moot
Where all bank on him to ‘Trouble Shoot’.
(All because of a favorite spot
Which drove a lad to do a lot).


Bluer Skies!

Blue waters, White clouds, Bluer skies
Flocks of sea fowl suddenly arise
From a tiny little islet, which is a boy’ s favorite haunt
Who loves bird watching as they fly and flaunt.
It is difficult to say, what attracts one’ s gaze for so long,
The ultra-purity,no pollution, not a trace wrong,
Or is it the powerful play of power, a grand show
That enhances the Pure of the Elements more.
The “Fresh�, the vigour, the clean scent of the sea,
Venturesome spirit high,with each burst of energy,
Waves that hit and burst, hit and burst on the rock,
So much to see, and feel at each vibrant shock.
If even for a moment, the scene becomes still
Around the rock, as if waiting in the wings, rill
In single file, sallies forth, shifting across from
One end, to another, jostling, juggling bubbles that form,
That gone,another invades the scene, to move
Gracefully across right in front of the rock, to prove
“A ballerina�(glides, engulfed in spumes of gossamer)
Can hold the eye, as long as she lasts, the morn of summer.
And when the rock stands alone and bare
It is something the sea just cannot bear,
In compulsive overtures it throws over the rock
Shawls of green translucence and laces of froth,
Insisting on heavy drapes, that keep on covering
Then heavily sagging down and descending.
But all this melodrama weighs just about nought
For the observing boy who moves not a jot,
He is focussed on the birds,flying and alighting
On top of the small rock with strong winds smiting.
The hustle and bustle, as the relentless biological Clock
Moves amidst overcrowded space, and flurried flock.
As space adjusts with a life, of edge and balances act
Of offended birds waylaying others with less tact.
Of restless movement,hither and thither and all round,
Of the immobility of egg-hatching mothers holding ground.
Of the stillness, of preening birds practising self indulgence
Of the fluffy fledglings’ lost tumblings, their judged innocence
Confronting hostile “aunts�, or fondling foster mothers,
Playful older chicks, several darting “sisters and brothers�,
To a fluffy stop in front of malevolent- intent- weighing cocks
Skeltering mother frantically announcing lost chick in the flocks.
This boy loved bird watching, their activities and life,
When he grew up, through all the distracting strife
The bird watcher made his choice, his career
A cause,to protect the birds and enhance and steer
Their life through all kinds of danger!!!!
Do deeds even if they sound a lot more stranger
Than fiction, Flyways, bird safety measures, save them
From harm, from pollution and superstition, wicked mayhem.
What he is doing for birds, the list goes on and on
Heard globally , like he is a� feather� in the cap of audubon!!
Would that more and more wide eyed kids pursue
Their bird watching dreams and make them come true.
(All because of a Favorite spot
Which led a boy to do a lot.)
(A poem with a “Green� friendly, eco-conscious missive.)


How Green was my Island

Yes,people do return to their homeland!
Even if it is entirely,just a lovely green islet,
After many, many, many, many years
They return to its sea and sand.

Just as he was,drawn irresistibly by!
An indelible thought of his childhood haunt,
What is a childhood haunt?it is children friendly folk,
Birds, beasts, the secret places, sea and the sky!.

On returning, what greeted his eyes was NOT
The beckoning skyline of his childhood haunt!
It was just a balding hairball, stuck with sticks, rods...
Only thing modern was, they were smooth- finish wrought.

They dared to gleam in the smoky s-m-o-g,
Those HI-rise buildings, dens of gas emissions,
Stifling the surroundings, dimming the green,
Polluting, clogging, cluttering, killing both bird and f-r-o-g.

He longed for the time,when there was a honking V
Up in the sky, and the next moment they dove
Down to the trees, and water spots.Alighting soft,
Everywhere were migrating birds from shore to civvy.

And now here, were the birds and fish strewn
Dead, around his islet, victims of man’ s excesses,
Dirtiness, and greed, dead among empty grease cans,
They use explosives to scoop fish, for big orders, by new moon!.

What hurt him most, was the vacant stare.......
Of the dead birds and fish, as they looked up at
Their Creator, with not an inkling of a question,
No shock expressed, no annoyance, no glare........

Just a vacant look, dead now, later Extinct
Just like that, from the face of the earth!!
Reducing to hunger and want the poor!!
No lessons learnt.Falls the muffled blame indistinct.

Devoid of greenery, man made destruction!
Everybody abandon the unfit barren islet,
Pretty soon uninhabited, no animal not even a plant,
Just the jangle of crumbling rusty pins of construction!!

Decided. There and then he bought the whole islet,
Multi-billionaire that he was, now with a mission!
To convert the whole place to its Pristine glory
And recapture his chlidhood haunt detailed down to his sweet violet.

(All because of a favorite spot
Which led a child to do a lot.)

A poem with a ‘’Green’’ friendly, eco-conscious missive.


Color My World

Cannot seem to remember
When our schools started the art competition
Series winning international prize for the best poster,
Depicting the need to fight off rampant pollution.
By now the children are all grown up,
And some may be even occupying posts
Of importance, that may cause storm in a teacup,
Making anti atmospheric policy makers... Fly like ghosts!
So much awareness has spread thankfully
Through the length and breadth of sensitive individuals'
Population, throwing their weight on the boor and bully,
Before the latter embark guiltily on their polluting rituals.
Today's children, and the generations to come,
Are and will be more acutely, intensely and widely aware
Of the dangers of pollutants the emanating daily sum
Threat to the life of man and animal, a super SCARE!
Now it is not possible to hold back the protester.
Globalisation has made it so easy and getting easier,
Ignoring cross border battles, and even internecine stir,
Focal bias, prejudices, life in fast lane getting busier.
An individual, no matter how surrounded he is!
If he wants a green, and clean world to live in
He can join, in doing something for it - fiery fizz!
He can join the Global campaign and feel no sin.
Because things like Biodiversity, Ecosystems and Green,
These values are not restricted to a single nation or bein'
Green is understood by even those who knowledge lack,
For the Balancing Act goes from Individual to Global, and back.

(published at Helium)