What is a sparrow?this was a question i asked my father a year or two ago.Its not just this tiny yet lovable species that have disappeared from our perception of a modern world.They along with many more small breeds have vanished or are almost close to extinction to satisfy our craving for space.
Thinking about the future generation,I feel that the vibrant and colourful pictures in "Jungle Book"will turn out to be just fiction.Not only that any family album with sceneries in th
e background would be called a hoax.Already living in an almost claustrophobic concrete jungle,I feel like a firefly confined in a glass jar.In their persuit for finding more place for themselves our selfish fellow beings have dispelled my little friends by cutting down age old trees and have constructed this polluted cocoon we live in.Though I try to move away my heart flutters like the wings of a firefly and exhausts itself in the same spot because of bonds that keep me in this cocoon.It might seem an amusing play to an ignorant onlooker but only one who can empathise with this problem would choke.
e background would be called a hoax.Already living in an almost claustrophobic concrete jungle,I feel like a firefly confined in a glass jar.In their persuit for finding more place for themselves our selfish fellow beings have dispelled my little friends by cutting down age old trees and have constructed this polluted cocoon we live in.Though I try to move away my heart flutters like the wings of a firefly and exhausts itself in the same spot because of bonds that keep me in this cocoon.It might seem an amusing play to an ignorant onlooker but only one who can empathise with this problem would choke.As I see high authorities trying to contemplate over this issue of saving our surroundings I offer a silent prayer of thanks because if nothing is done to protect our ambience, pollution will drive us to death as we have driven those sparrows to extinction and pave way to an unimaginable future.Nevertheless while I see some serious ground work being done for awareness of these problems I dare to dream to have fresh breeze every morning,dare to think of walking barefoot on green grass,hope to look up to see dense trees swaying in merriment to find a ray of sunshine through them,imagine birds with their little one's and fancy seeing little kids being their innocent selves(a lost treasure)running around in anticipation to see "moglie".......
have a green week ahead
take care..
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