Saturday, 4 April 2015

When Man Becomes God


That huge mass of soil

Floating on the water

All on a sudden

Began to tree

A man who was the god

Was behind it

He was alone

No angels were with him

And neither was any devil

Good for him

He was the father

And the mother

Of that barren land

That became

An emerald island

That now chirps and twitters

Runs with deer feet

Roars in a tiger voice

Trumpets in joy

And plays with the sun

And the moon and the stars


*A little more than 30 years ago, a teenager named Jadav "Molai" Payeng began burying seeds along a barren sandbar near his birthplace in northern India's Assam region to grow a refuge for wildlife. Not long after, he decided to dedicate his life to this endeavor, so he moved to the site so he could work full-time creating a lush new forest ecosystem. Incredibly, the spot today hosts a sprawling 1,360 acres of jungle that Payeng planted — single-handedly. Source

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