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Lamenting the destruction we humans carelessly bring upon nature, in return for all the good we receive from it until we suddenly hear a wail as if a dead tree speaks to us. A DEAD TREE SPOKE TO ME      I saw a

“When Going Gets Tough, The Tough ones laugh. Stay Well, Stay Home and Dream about Jungle through the Junglimerics” says the Half-mad K-no-w-mad! Who the heck needs a ramp? For fashion-walk, I use swamp The meadowy clothes add the zing Yo Bro! Here comes

The poem is an attempt to put forward the poet’s views on how we treat a river which we call our mother. While showcasing the approach of spring with its burst of colours, processions and birdsongs, the poem highlights the

Musings of a wild kind - in rhyme! Here is the next edition of limerics by the self-proclaimed "Half-mad Know-mad"   Butterflies puddling at Sipna Mud n salt, nothing beats the chakhna The lizard Calotis Not letting this amiss Pounce, bounce - Oops! It broke its

Traveling to nature reserves and wildlife not only inspires many to be photographers, naturalists, bloggers but also brings out poetic skills in some. Asani Bhaduri, Ph.D., Assistant Professor of Molecular and Computational Biology, takes to poetry to share his jungle experiences with