It's been about a month since I have joined as a forest officer at Manas National Park and Tiger Reserve. The experience so far has been unique and surreal. Sharing with you few glimpses from my field work.
[Poetry] A Melody of Death
The earth is barren and dry. She is dragging herself to the grave; Pulling her cross, summoning her crucifixion. Wrinkled skin, flesh rotten within; Her bloody heart bulging out of torn flesh; Dry thirsty lips peeling like flakes of a dry soul. She breathes toxicity of human sins, Drinks black mortal vices, flowing through immortal …