Forest Calls Me

I am indifferent to the frantic calls of forest

Forest calls me again and again.
Forest tells me to feel her pain.

Feller cuts trees like slayer.
He does not give heed to her prayer.
Birds and butterflies flutter in fear.
Ferns and flowers shed their tear.
All other wildlife cry for life.
Cruel feller growls with knife.

Forest calls me day and night.
Forest cries to see her plight.

I pretend to be busy over greater task.
Nobody knows me under my mask.
I give lecture and write against felling,
People get charmed by  story telling.
They give awards for my deed!
They chant slogans to inspire my bid!


Poor forest calls me again and again.
Her frantic calls die in vain.

Reviews

[Melobldnfr]

I must agree with C.P. below. This really got my attention, because I love and have a great appreciation for nature. We are all energetic beings, even what would seem inanimate. But people have long lost their balance, how to give with one hand and take with another rather than just take with both. Thank you for sharing awareness and prompting mindfulness.

[zainul]

Thank you for the thoughtful observations.
Let's try together to build a strong community of proactive people who will not provide lip service only.They will strive to follow our good forefathers to conserve nature in practice too.

[Rocket]

Nice

[zainul]

Thanks a lot.

[Mic]

Sad write, but a good message. Can't imagine only forests of steel and stone.

Well done.

[zainul]

Thank you friend for the humane support from the heart.
Steel and stone, silk-trees,artificial flowers and foliage are indicators of so-called modern people.
Let's create a place to protest against such anarchy.

[Marie]

I am sorry for the poor forest. I know you're doing the best you can for her.

[zainul]

I can't do anything effectively alone.
Collective efforts of poets and litterateurs of all categories are needed to overcome this crisis.