Since we have become oblivious of our obligations towards nature, which has done its part very well, the flowers no longer emit and scatter fragrance.india Updated: Jul 13, 2010 01:37 IST
Since we have become oblivious of our obligations towards nature, which has done its part very well, the flowers no longer emit and scatter fragrance.
The rising level of pollution, indiscriminate use of pesticides and insecticides have killed the biodiversity.
In the lawns of our houses, and in the parks close by, flowers still bloom, row on row of plants, but on them no longer fly the winged insects, fluttering butterflies, humming bees, and buzzing beetles.
For the aroma the flowers breathe out is lost in the polluted air, and the humming and buzzing winged insects are no longer attracted towards them.
Years ago when, much before the cities got metamorphosed into concrete jungles and every inch of space usurped by industrialisation and urbanisation, the fragrance sent out by flowers of different hues and varieties, could be inhaled from a long distance.
But now one does not smell the whiff of aroma emanating from them.
Nor do the winged insects feel attracted towards flowers.
Like the skin of human beings, the petals of flowers too get contracted by air pollution, hindering the flow of the aroma.
The butterflies, bees, beetles, etc., now come to flower plants not by odour but by sight.
Where flowers degenerate, man cannot live. For flowers feed the soul.
The little busy bee and the butterfly improve each shining hour and gather and drink honey/nectar from every opening flower, a soul-satisfying pageant.
Verily, nature is a volume, of which God is the author. But we have developed a cult to turn a blind eye towards this volume.
Flowers beckon us. They love to hear us. That is why we offer flowers at the altar of God.
In order to preserve nature, let us grow more flowers and plants.
The following lines culled from Sadi’s poem “Gulistan” make a pertinent point: “If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, / And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, / Sell one, and with the dole / Buy hyacinth to feed thy soul.”