Of Man Vs Nature - Dear Squirrel, a confession
If you are a frequent traveller on Indian highways, you are bound to have noticed carcasses, small and large, of birds and stray beings, that have gone under many a wheel. If only we were not always in a hurry, we could train ourselves to 'live and let live'. This is in memory of a friendly neighbourhood squirrel...read on. I saw and watched you everyday In the balcony, the trees and the lawn Scampering with your family and friends Seemingly care-free and happy Someone wanted more light So they cleared away the foliage Your home in distant trees was saved But I lost your winged friends Forever, it seemed then Before new green life sprang out Irrepressibly kindled a spark in the eyes again Then I woke to renewed chirps could watch you, and flying colours Till one day as I rode out You, usually quick, scampered the wrong way Were you in a great hurry? My reflexes were not enough - the wheel rolled over your sweet nose, but that was enough. I feel for you, as I do for the green…