Parting Gift
I went to a quiet small wood
Where Nongmaijing hill standing
Riding bicycle through lonely roads.
To see in solitude nature's beauty
The trees, plants, bushes….
I saw once there.
The hill once lush,growing barren
With each passing day and year
It's form transformed.
In the bush some laibakngou growing
A medicinal plant once grown in abundance
In the hills today vanishing.
Among the trees a sileima stood
Once grown everywhere in the plains
Now a days not seen anywhere.
I gazed intently at the sileima tree.
Wondering if it's the last of its kind,
A solitary sentinel in nature's embrace !
There some birds happily chirping,
Not the grand choir of yesteryear.
Two bubuls flit from branch to branch.
Beneath the sileima's shade I stayed
With worries that weigh;in a few years
That small wood may cease to be.
Before going back I plucked
From the silleima tree a tiny branch
As if a parting gift from the small wood.
I kept it in my room and it dried.
And in course of time it gone from my room
And I forgot that cherished soul.
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