The Green Deed
Today, I planted a sapling for the first time in my entire life...!!
Never realized this small act could yield such pleasure, bliss and satiety. But more so, it instilled a sense of responsibility from inside - that sense which I had stopped sensing since some time. The small wooden enclosure outside my apartment with dark brown, rather blacker mud became the chosen spot for the “green deed”.
I went along with my kind roommate with a glass of water in hand and chalice of gladness in heart, and gently laid the roots of the sapling to the ground and buried them in the black mud thereafter. After resting it firmly, I poured water on it and patted the wet ground with my hands, and gave one last glance at it before making my way back to the comfort of my room in my apartment.
The sapling swayed in the gentle wind, remaining steady though. I felt my gaze locked on it for brief seconds, as I made my way away from it. I felt as if it whispered something in the winds’ ears...the words drifting towards me...the language of which was apparently undecipherable but the essence of the feelings translating into something like-
“Mama, you have rested me now
In my wet and soft black cradle,
Sung a sweet lullaby to me by your caring eyes
Your beautifully gentle hands have
Patted my forehead
You have quenched my thirst
By the water you gave me
I was abandoned
But you found me
And gave me a new life
I pray this life is nurtured by you
Every passing day.
With your daily cares
And affection-laden glances
Tokens of love
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel loved.
Just remember
To shower your pristine love on me
Tomorrow, And
Every passing day...”
As the last word reached my ears, I sensed my last tear reaching the corner of my dry lips. I took a long look at the tiny little sapling and blew a flying kiss at it and then looked towards the azure blue sky.
I prayed to the Sun God to never be too harsh on this sweet little sapling of mine, but be gentle when shining his glory upon it.
I beseeched the gay flock of birds flying above, to be caring and considerate towards my sweet little sapling.
I knew even before this sapling would grow up into an imposing tree, the sapling of care, love and responsibility grew into a full-blown tree in the wet soil of my heart, at that very instant, laden with flowers of wonder and bliss.
I went to my room
Turned off the lights
Drift to Land of Nod
Morn comes
I go along with the business of my life, walking past that sapling outside my apartment door.
Every passing day, I make it a point to remember to take care of this sweet sapling.
Every night, i pin my growing hopes and dreams to my new found little baby.
Somewhere, Mother Nature has begun her work...
On this small and naive baby, my sapling
Somewhere, Good Lord has begun His work...
On this small and naive heart, my heart.
