Indian Wildlife Club Ezine (December, 2005)

flattened forests;
grandeur on its knees.
newly-felled trees
smile valiantly
like sentinels
green is so white inside.
Fading widths

beheaded mountains
smoky, reminiscent,
their aura still croons
the pied piper’s tune
of dependability.
Fading heights

cringing streams
trickle;
bedrocks jut out
their shadows strut about
in the introductory sunlight.
Fading depths

dishonored zephyr.
the breeze- a ballerina
who will never dance again
pock-marked with fumes
and poison‘s bad-breath
she swoons at my feet.
Fading earth