Between Two Trees

 

Between Two Trees

While walking in the

park today,
I saw a pigeon hanging lifelessly
from a thread stretched between two trees.
I stopped.
Walked closer,
trying to understand
what had happened.
And then I realised—
it was dead,
caught in a killer thread:
manjha.
I stood there for a while,
looking at that small, silent body,
thinking about how something
so ordinary to us
can become fatal
for another living being.
We fly kites.
We celebrate.
We look up at the sky
and admire the colours dancing in the wind.
But somewhere below,
a bird may be fighting for its life,
caught in a thread
we may not even notice.
Perhaps that is what disturbed me most—
how easily a life can become invisible.
We speak of the environment
in such large and distant words:
climate crisis,
pollution,
biodiversity,
ecological destruction.
But sometimes,
the meaning of all these words
is simply a dead pigeon
hanging between two trees.
A life lost
to something we created,
something we used,
something we barely noticed.
And it is not only birds.
There have also been reports of people
being seriously injured and even killed
by these dangerous threads.
I don't know how long
that bird had been hanging there.
I only know
that I could not simply walk past it.
Perhaps caring for nature
does not always begin with grand ideas.
Sometimes,
it begins with stopping.
Looking closely.
And noticing
the life
we have harmed.