Imaginary forest
Balachandhran Sankaranarrayanan
Creative Writer
Blog Writer
Microsoft Word
“Imagine a forest”
says Papa.
Amidst capering mon-keys of all sizes
here bowing, there scraping.
Their shells shining, eyes empty,
Their mouths smiling, heart empty.
“It used to be
lush and verdant
open yet mysterious
It used to be
refuge and retreat
to life and its forms
Life and heat and rain and shine
Woods and bogs and tree and vine
Killers, Killed and Spirits divine
What was It but a shrine
You cut, It grew
You took, It gave
until It lost all but few
and had no one left to save”
“Imagine a forest”
says Papa
“For it used to be
and no longer is
For we used it up
and no longer can”.
Said Papa. Sad Papa. Guilty Papa.
