Monday, July 26, 2021
Last Pristine Forest of Biswanath
Assam, one of the most beautiful state not only in Northeast but in whole India, that is known for its rich flora and fauna and for its numerous National Parks, Wildlife Sanctuaries and Reserved Forests, is now losing its natural beauty day by day due to various reasons, which could be Deforestation, Illegal encroachment in forest area and also because of the mismanagement from the government end's.
Image by- Kankan Boruah
In one hand, Assam has 7 and the second highest numbers of National Parks in the whole country after Madhya Pradesh while in another hand Behali Reserve Forest that is situated in Biswanath District of Assam is at danger.
Image by- Kankan BoruahBehali Forest was declared as the reseved forest in 1917 and it is one of the few forests left in Biswanath District. As it is lying on the border of Arunachal Pradesh and Assam, it is unlikely the part of a disputed territory and has noticed huge increasion in the encroachment over the years. Its initial area was of 140 sq km(in 1917) but now it has shrunk to only 60 sq km(in 2021) due to illegal encroachment and deforestation.
Image by-Dipankar Borah
The reserve forest is bordered by the Buroi River in the east, Borgang river in the west, Papum Reserve Forest of Arunachal Pradesh in the north and several human settlements and tea plantations in the south.
According to a survey conducted by Bhattacharya and Bhagabati in 2009, the soil is composed of new and old alluvium, unconsolidated and loose in structure.
Forests are the home of various creatures and we (humans) are just not only destroying the forest but also a shelter of many living beings. According to an article published by The Sentinel Assam, some nature lover and researchers of Assam observed that there are around 308 plant species, 49 mammals, 282+ birds, 23 snakes, 12 turtles species, 11 lizards, 12 amphibians and 275+ species of butterflies are found inhabiting in this reserve.
Nearly 30 per cent of the reserve forest is lost within the two decades(between 1990 to 2021), and it might lose more of its area in the future.
There has been constant demand to declare the Behali Reserve Forest into a Wildlife Sanctuary, but the government of Assam is showing negligence towards the issue.
Research by- Rahul Sarmah & Jogesh Upadhyaya
Written by- Jogesh Upadhyaya
Sources
3) Mongabay
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Saturday, July 17, 2021
A Jelly-Fish
A Jelly-Fish
Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;
You have meant
To catch it,
And it shrivels;
You abandon
Your intent—
It opens, and it
Closes and you
Reach for it—
The blue
Surrounding it
Grows cloudy, and
It floats away
From you.
---Marianne Moore
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
----ROBERT FROST
Baby's Way
Baby's Way
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from
mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.
Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar
on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.
This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly
helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.
Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny
crescent moon.
It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little
corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught
and pressed in her dear arms.
Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect
bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's
yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles
weave the double bond of pity and love.
---- Rabindranath Tagore
Friday, July 16, 2021
Authorship
Authorship
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don't
understand.
He was reading to you all evening, but could you really
make out what he meant?
What nice stores, mother, you can tell us! Why can't father
write like that, I wonder?
Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and
fairies and princesses?
Has he forgotten them all?
Often when he gets late for his bath you have to call him
a hundred times.
You wait and keep his dishes warm for him, but he goes on
writing and forgets.
Father always plays at making books.
If ever I go to play in father's room, you come and call me,
"What a naughty child!"
If I make the slightest noise you say, "Don't you see that
father's at his work?"
What's the fun of always writing and writing?
When I take up father's pen or pencil and write upon his book
just as he does,-a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,-why do you get cross with me
then, mother?
You never say a word when father writes.
When my father wastes such heaps of paper, mother, you don't
seem to mind at all.
But if I take only one sheet to make a boat with, you say,
"Child, how troublesome you are!"
What do you think of father's spoiling sheets and sheets of
paper with black marks all over both sides
---- Rabindranath Tagore
Monday, July 5, 2021
All-Saints
All-Saints
With altar and reredos, with gargoyle and groin,
The penitents' dresses are sealskin and sable,
The odour of sanctity's eau-de-Cologne.
But only could Lucifer, flying from Hades,
Gaze down on this crowd with its panniers and paints,
He would say, as he look'd at the lords and the ladies,
"Oh, where is All-Sinners', if this is All-Saints'?"
---- Edmund Hodgson Yates
Interim
Interim
The earth is motionlessAnd poised in space...A great bird resting in its flightBetween the alleys of the stars.It is the wind's hour off....The wind has nestled down among the corn....The two speak privately together,Awaiting the whirr of wings.
----Lola Ridge
Sunday, July 4, 2021
Anger
Anger
Secretly and Suddenly,At any timeAnger may enter in to mind,Then man forgets everythinglosing right path and becomes blind.Anger snatches the memory of mindand makes man devil,He then never cares anybodyAnd does evil.Wise men keep angerUnder control,They know this wicket foe,Who always does mischief.An angry man spreads enmityAnd becomes theCause of grief;The envious animal DinosaurCould not survive,Peace loving ants on the otherhandSurvive forever.
--- Dhanada Kalita
Saturday, July 3, 2021
The sun
THE SUN
You are the source ofAll energy, vigorous and energetic.You are hope ofThe universe.Yet sometimes I feel wonder,When clouds cover you,And eclipse defeat you,Obstacles arises in your way.But you never take revenge,Instead you show mercy to all.Whether rich or poor,Whether high or low,You spread your loveTaking no difference.You are merciful.Human beings are merciless now,They have lost all good qualities.Men should learn from youInstead of quarreling each otherShould behave equallyand live peacefully,
----- Dhanada Kalita
Friday, July 2, 2021
Beautiful girls
Beautiful girls
Yet beauty is beauty
Beauty of thing is joy forever.
Thursday, July 1, 2021
Theme in Yellow
Theme in Yellow
I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
----- Carl Sandburg
To my Beloved
Though you did not say anything
Yet I knew,
Your heart was full of words;
Meaning of which I know
An ocean, with full of blue water.
I wanted to say something
But could not,
Because a dangerous wind
Was blowing at that time.
My heart was trembling.
What a terrible sight
Occured in front of me!
You had no time to bid farewell
I said goodbye forever.
--- Dhanada Kalita
Sunday, June 20, 2021
God's Request
Hey my child, I hope you all are fine
The Earth where you live is mine
I have gifted you my piece of heart
But it seems you are destroying my earth
You gave her pain, you made her cry
Soon, she will say you good bye
You cut the trees, you blast the bomb
But don't forget, she is your second mom
If you won't stop torturing her
I will definitely take her very far
At last, I will make a small request
But promise me that you will do your best
You'll never cut the trees, nor give her pain
Always make her happy and keep her clean.
----Jogesh Upadhyaya
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Last Pristine Forest of Biswanath
Assam , one of the most beautiful state not only in Northeast but in whole India, that is known for its rich flora and fauna and for its num...

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Assam , one of the most beautiful state not only in Northeast but in whole India, that is known for its rich flora and fauna and for its num...