Nature is calm-smooth-unparalleled.
Wordsworth says nature can never deceive with heart and love.
But those of us who claim to be human, we break hearts, we lie with love. In the game of Bhangara, we mix water and make it uniform. Nature is also amazed then.
Storms, tidal surges, floods, droughts — these are all natural pastimes. Man overcomes these calamities in his infinite power and sometimes thinks of himself as God from the superhuman. The false desire of that arrogance has dragged mankind down to the edge of a deep abyss today.
There is a saying in English, ‘Nature of Revenge’. But as I said at the beginning, nature is never vindictive or negative. So why say Nature of Revenge? He must have a reason. Nature demands life just like human beings. He also has a level of tolerance and harmony, doesn't he? So sometimes he has to be vindictive in the rush of time. What this nature did not give us! Light-wind-river-hill-fountain-flower-butterfly-cloud even deep forest.
The image is symbolic. Photo: Reuters
The image is symbolic. Photo: Reuters
So in John Moore's words, when I go to nature, I lose my mind, I find my soul.
But alas, we, the inhumans of this human society, have so disturbed the divine beauty of the earth by various blows that the human feeling of understanding the mind and soul, even though it is very close to nature, is almost dead this afternoon.
The arrogant nature has attacked the deadly disease Covid-19. What kind of disease-mourning nature keeps to get its chest for this human civilization. But since humanity has gone astray, we have assumed such a monstrous form that true nature is hostile to us today. None of his powers are able to protect us today from the deadly clutches of this deadly coronavirus.
Well tell me, how can nature be generous? Forests, trees, rivers, mountains and even the habitats of animals are the realms of mankind today. A paved concrete path for the Maharaja's Pankhiraj Pajero Mardisis was built across the chest of the flowing calm river. The roar of poisonous monsters today in the salty white foam of the sea. By breaking the cover of the young green leaves and putting a sharp saw on the chest of the tree and wounding him, we human beings became the merchant king.
The sweet smell of the soil filled the mind. All the dirt is washed away by the rain dust. But disobeying the rules, all the huge buildings and a class of people were rolled on the ground and crushed like ants underfoot. The soil from which I was born and where I go back to, is the soil that I do very little.