A Mahout's Tale
Gazing at a colossal giant standing gracefully tall
The heart rallies to engage a rare humanity's call
To free from a tether a bosom ally, from harrowing chains
For a walk towards freedom, to the vast opens of the forests and plains
My heroic breadwinner as displaced are the boughs and stubs
Yet the sorrowful heart valiantly wallops and clubs
My giant ally my livelihood's knight in shining armor
I've treated with scant respect at the dearth of heart's enamor
I remember the day when I encountered this giant's might
As the villagers fled in flocks in a frenzy of fright
Yet I remained strong against the delicate creature in front
As with a tranquilizer and net, I did encounter a creature to affront
As the days passed the creature metamorphosed to an angel
Like platonic lovers in a fairytale the beast in me with my mystical belle
Belle looks at me with her colossal eye lashes waving in the breeze
As I put on a shirt in creamy white sans a single crease
As dawn welcomes, a walk to where the trees are felled
As we walk to an ominous canyon where humanity is held
To the call of the few who rampage innocence in their natural glory
To uncover a tale that irks the listeners to a fate rampantly gory
As the jungles fall victim to humanity's call
As the jungles are felled to trigger biodiversity's fall
As the jungles are ravaged by rapists with their guards unbuckled and down
The heavens gaze at the unfolding hell with a raging frown
Yet she moves the stubs graciously like a ballet dancer
As the music of her trumpet bamboozles the queuing listener
As stubs are moved from the jungles to the dorsal fins of metallic giants
The lacrimals crumble to shed a river of tears as the heart valiantly pliants
Yet from the corner of this unfolding dessert there is an awakening of sprouts
As there are the conscious driven that battle the betrayers with colossal clouts
Even my savior Belle sometimes, in her defiance, storms to the edge of the wilderness
To rub her trunk against the springing sprouts for a soothing caress
Yet she silently sheds tears, that only those who gaze at her witness
Like a child sans a parent tethered to a cot in her loneliness
No kith or kin, just a master who occasionally sheds silent tears
A poor man's ally partaking a destiny sprinkled with monetary fears
Yet she goes on moving the stubs in to distant-bound piles
As grows the logs in their monster stockpiles
Yet the grief piles in my temple for the cruelty within
How can I enslave a nature's wonder in such a cruel awakening
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poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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