The lost species: A sonnet
She was chirping merrily in the tree
Little bird with a sweet song:
Nature had made her small but free-
And she had enjoyed this earth for long.
But then came the cerebral primate one-
Wielding his torch of fire
He wanted everything under the sun
Unlimited lust and desire!
First, she lost her forest green,
Then her feathers, her voice
She became a pauper from forest queen
And was left with no choice.
Fading feathers, stuffed on the museum wall-
Its memory fading with each grey leaf of fall.
Rudrajit Paul
Dr. Rudrajit Paul is a consultant physician in Kolkata with a passion for creative writing. He has published poems and short stories in Bengali and English in many magazines.