Vanishing Bushes

Vanishing Bushes

From bush to bush, mongooses run
with their breed for food and fun.
From bush to bush, rabbits hop
to enjoy these sights, passersby stop.
Swarms of birds fluttering in bushes, on the trees
small are those but is a refreshing sight to please.
Serpents, varieties, and many, snails fast in zig zag curves
from one bush to another bush, sink passersby’s nerves.
In the bushy forest wolves and jackals hide during the day
under darkness cover these come out in quest of prey.
Over ant hills and bushes with thorny plants around
chirping birds, small beasts, and colored insects are found.
Some bushes grow around a small plant
as if those serve to protect from evil eyes, an infant
A sky view would have revealed the artistry of nature
on the canvas of Mother Earth glorifying her
Picturesque green dots arranged in an artistic way
an artistic view, more a poet par excellence to say.
See here nature in cohabitation with plants many
birds animals insects existing in harmony.
Ant hills glorify the art and unity of small ants' white
over lifves toil they to make it but abandon at the time right
Snakes find holes suiting them to stay.
Mushrooms breed there during their breeding day
Around the anthill bushes also develop luxuriant
as in picking up soil for the hill the ants never errant.
Berries plenty from thorny plants children pluck
overcoming fear of throne ignoring a chance of ill luck.
This bushy forest with bushes many, we come across
when to corme to our village, the river we cross.
The sight was pleasing to ma,n, so also to the environment
villages at dusk come there to get refreshed and jubilant.
Now the onslaught of urbanity wiped out this bushy forest
with greed and wants the present man does blunder, gravest.
Cry my heart from its abyss
when now I pass by the place, I miss
wail we for the loss of such precious assets
the beauty of cohabitation and the scenes it sets.
cry my heart while dwelling on the scene
Hey man! Cruelly you have removed these bushes green.
Vanishing bushes breed dense forest to wane
irking nature to crush the man with the bane.
Vanishing bushes lead to environmental dilapidation
Hey man can you then exist under this sun?

P K Routray
in the service of the Lord