16 Sep 2018 | 04:58am IST
A dirge for Goa
Oh Goa! Oh Goa! My childhood friend,
What mind filling moments with you I did spend!
Winding paths to grey hills I would climb as a child
Quaint houses around me, rustic roofs neatly tiled.
Fishing rods we would wield, for catch that was plenty,
Brown rice from lush fields ensured plates weren’t empty.
Oh Goa! Oh Goa! You’re being strangled now.
How can I save you? How? Show me how!
Your lustrous landscape, once, left the world agape,
Go to Goa they’d say, she’s a ‘Heavenly Escape’.
Now all you can offer is concrete and weed
Thanks to vile despots and insatiable greed.
Your fields they have filled, your forests they’ve felled,
For your waning wildlife they deliberate death knells.
They’ve fractured your hills, your topography’s shorn
In the guise of ‘progress’, to shreds, you’re being torn.
Alas! What a pity, such an ugly monstrosity,
Looms large, on your skyline of old.
Oh whither your mangroves, your beaches, your treasure troves?
They’re gone to sly bidders, they’re sold.
Marine life cannot spawn, even the dolphins are gone
In cahoots, rogues rake in their dough.
For high are the stakes, so the seas must be raked
And no one dares stop the cash flow.
Toxins in your fruits, in your veggies, in my food
Hand in glove felines feed on fat bribes.
Cash cows in your rivers, formalin in fish slivers
Their poison I am forced to imbibe.
But I can’t turn to beeves, or to spinach leaves,
Cause the leaves are laced with arsenic,
And since the cow is my mother, I face lynching by brothers
For something I mistook for endemic.
Your wells they’ve polluted, your minerals they’ve looted
Scarce are birds, bird watchers once sought
Your sands are being stolen, your streamlets are swollen
With garbage, and faeces, and rot.
My Goa, I’m sorry, for I stand by and watch
The goings-on, going on very freely.
I tried but I failed, flimflam can’t be nailed.
My Goa, I’m a coward, forgive me.
You’ve been ‘gift-wrapped’ this mess, which they term ‘progress’
In lieu of what you were due.
For ‘Status’ you waited, and waited, and waited,
Your dream, now, will never come true!
Soon you’ll be prone, if they don’t leave you alone
To droughts, deluges, landslides,
Dear Saviour, save Goa, they’re out to destroy her
Please, Creator, with Goa, abide.