Iota
I was born here!! I have grown up here!! This is my place, I own it like sun owns its light, I belong here, like blood belongs to the body. This is my soil, these trees are my possessions. you can find my body cells mixed with particles of this soil, as if salt to the sea. My name?? never mind leave it!! you can't pronounce it anyhow. You have classified me in your text books, by invading my home for your infrastructure. I knew my place as heaven on earth, until recently I learnt that, you call it as western ghats. I knew my place as lush green rain forest, until you made those hair pin tar curves. I had learnt to hop from one branch to other, until I saw your gigantic creations, which takes you from place to place with lightening speed. When it rains I dance, when I'm hungry I just hop from one place to other and hunt my prey. I have seen the patience of those colossal trees, and restlessness of sunbird. But never ever I ...
