When I Talked Of Eco-Critical Poery And Concepts In The Nineties Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The killing of the monal birds on the highlands
By the falconer,
So held by amorous love-making,
The wild cats taking shelter behind my house,
In the garden in fear
And the same people going for a shoot and kill
So cruelly with a hard heart,
I saw the hlils being hammered, blasted, pulled down
As for stone quarries and crushers,
The labourers tunring into the victims
Of T.B.as for stone dust,
I saw the glass-blowers telling their woeful tales
And the same happening to as for working
Near the fireplace,
I saw the flowers drooping at noon
Unnaturally in late spring,
I saw the porcupines seeking shelter,
Struggling for survival at the foothills,
The vultures unable to fly
Lying in the bushes miserably.