For my Wild Buddies.....!!!

I,

I was a Salim Ali of my wonderland

With a diary, a pen & a pair of binocs in my hand

I,

I Seldom cared about those creepies..

Was busy harking those songs....

From bushes to bushes and then to trees.....

I used to rush in to the throngs...

Luck Favored....and

The day came when ...My dreams became wild...

to the aspirer..from the innocence of the child...

Here I met some of my wild buddies...

Roses seldom pleased me.. longed for those wild puppies..

With crawling belly..I met a Gharial...so weird...

No pinnas , No hairs and lack those beard....

I teased him...Was wondering about his scales and scute...

Still, Silent he rest...No hissing..A pleasant mute...

A Rhino with its horn and A musk dear with its Musk...

"Ghara" filled in his lungs..The Serenity of Dusk...

With the flow of Rapti, He stares...

Loves basking, in the sun that glares..

He and I became the best friends forever..

Gentle and Friendlier, Unlike A clever Mugger...

But,

Sadly he said....

He is in the verge of Extinction...

Will be the history...Fixed in the fiction...

I was sad and I am bereaved...Broken..

The Gharials should be alive, but not as a token...

So I gave him an oath to protect him...

I am into the wild and this is my sole dream...

by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

2:30 pm, Thursday, 31st March,2011

Resource-cum-I-team provoked me to

scribble this poem..

Would like to dedicate it to all my ambient friends at I-team

WWF Nepal, Kathmandu,

Nepal