Gently opening the eyes To the world great and wide Tall trees all around Beauty and life abound Wonder did the baby parrot The feel of the soaring skies Beat, it would it's tiny little wings Dreamy of the time it would conquer the sky like kings Grew the baby parrot handsome and tall But the wings were arrogantly small Flap and Flap it did Run, jump and hop maximum it did skid Shattered were the dreams Lost were the reasons to live it seems Ashamed it retreated deeper into the forest Hide away from other birds mocking and to rest The skies above lay unconquered Leaping from tree canopy now was absurd Little did the parrot know It's birth would create ripples far and wide Stories of the bird brought smiles For it was unique precious little species that does not fly Smile and behold the king of forest low For the parrot is Kakapo ...
Continuation of the journey undertaken by a birder. The bitter-sweet journey that brought him closer to himself. The journey that will be his forever! I was finally able to make it to the hospital in time. The doctor was not amused to see me play with a feral dog outside the hospital barely minutes after he had given me shots for dog bite. but.... you cannot blame the dog. I am sure I would have done something unknowingly irritating to the dog, who bit me. It was time for me to move on with. Next stop was Sikkim. It is a tiny Indian state between Nepal and Bhutan. I flew into Bagdogra in an attempt to save time. In Bagdogra figuring out the means of reaching Sikkim was soon turning out to be a nightmare as everyone was giving conflicting information. I was told that I would be able to reach Jorthang but could not go further as the season was over and there was no transportation. Finally after hours of haggling with various shared jeep drivers ( Shared Jeeps...
I was in Nagarhole National Park and the life seemed to be in love once again. Every morning the love and harmony echoed to core of the heart etching a memory forever. The best of the schools and higher education institutions failed to educate, all they did manage to create was a literate human out of me but not an educated one. Out there with Nagarhole National Park as my classroom and nature as my tutor I was ecstatic beyond control. Finally my education had begun. With the early birds diffusing the morning ragas to the gentle strings of filtered sunlight. Beautiful is the day and and so is the magic of Life!!! Early to the sleepy morning brew Opened the door to the spectacular wonders a few Sunlight gently filtering through the misty haze Sparkling the grass to trees in the majestic dew a blaze Up goes the head of the elegant spotted dear in a fray Distant croaking adding chorus to the soulful ballet Alarm bell chimes through the air ...
beauties...!!
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