Induced
Last night an angel
Whispered into my ears
I thought it was a dream
But
It was his tender touch
The rustling of his wings
A little flutter and then…
He vanished
From my sight
No, it was not a dream
I heard a deep sigh
And found him beside me
A mournful tear rolled down his cheek
I turned around… and he was gone
I saw him standing
With outstretched arms
Waiting for me
I wondered why he disappeared
Every time I sought to seek his hand
There standing at the doorway
He beckoned me again
I tiptoed and crossed the threshold
He bid me follow and as if in dream
I unlocked the door and stepped out
He took me to the meek, the poor
Who lay uncovered, uncared for
With hunger writ upon their faces
Then the angel turned around
To see if I was walking too
His gaze fell upon those half-dead trees
That lay desperate without their leaves
The barks were gashed, ripped and bleeding
If only eyes could see… their pain
The mutilated branches
Sighed in vain
A tear rolled down their eyes
Ah! If only … man could see
I staggered at the mess I beheld
The sorrowful plight of trees
The angel struggled to hold back a tear
He sighed… and led me on
To the devastated forest life
That lay shattered in chaos
Jungles cut and naked lay
Some hutments drowned in agony
The twittering birds no longer sang
The melody that rang so true
The jungle life, the sacred life
Just lay scattered too
The beasts of jungle no longer roared
Their jaws were sealed with pain
The lazy hunts were scary now
A weird whisper rang so true
I closed my eyes,
I locked my hands
To see the angel true
He stifled a cry and closed his eyes
And
Disappeared into the blue
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
It’s a beautiful poem. It clearly sends a very significant message of preservation and conservation of God’s benevolent gifts and blessings. We must love & respect & not insult God’s kindness showered on us.