When I saw your beauty from the sky,
First, I saw you, my relative the native people of the land,
I saw you still searching food, water and shelters,
Running with the same herd of close relatives the wildlife
Doing the same competition, as we did throughout the civilizations.
I saw you in the never-ending steps of sand’s dusts in Sahara, Kalahari, …. And Arabian desert
And in deserts of Australia, Gobi, Patagonian, Syria to Great Basin Desert,
Deserts of Chihuahuan, Karakum, Sonoran, Kyzylkum, to Taklamakan desert,
The Thar, Dasht-e Margo, Atacama, Namib desert,
Dasht-e Kavir, Dasht-e Lut and the Deserts of Antarctica and Arctic deserts
And saw your pain of survival,
The fights with the rivals
I saw you in the Himalayas, Urals, Great Dividing Range, Transantarctic, Rocky Mountains
And in the hardship of Southern Great Escarpment, Andes Mountains
And saw your pain of survival,
The fights with the rivals
I saw you in savannas of Kenya, Zimbabwe, Botswana, South Africa, and Namibia.
In Australia, Belize and Honduras, Venezuela and Columbia and Southern Asia.
Again, I saw your pain of survival,
And The fights with the rivals
I saw you roaming in the bank of the Amazon, Nile, Yangtze, Danube, and Ganges,
Zambezi, Volga, Mississippi, Sepik, Lena, and Mekong,
Mackenzie–Slave–Peace–Finlay, Niger, and Brahmaputra,
And Irrawaddy, –Dulong –Kelaoluo–Gada Qu, Yamuna, Vyatka, Fraser, and Indus
With the barefoot with the small net and bucket
Fighting with the calamities uncertainty at the eyelet
I saw you in trapped Major Slums of Khayelitsha in Cape Town, Kibera in Nairobi, Dharavi in Mumbai,
Neza in Mexico, and Orangi Town in Karachi
With the small basket of hope,
A known answer of Nope,
I saw you prisoned in Refugee Camps, of Kakuma, Dagahaley, Ifo, and Hagadera
And in Zaatari, Yida, Katumba, Pugnido, and in Panian
And in the neighborhoods of Syria, Afghanistan, South Sudan, Myanmar, Bangladesh, Somalia, Sudan, Congo, Central African Republic, Eritrea, Burundi,
With the hope of survival
You are the victims of unnamed rivals
I saw the sequences of lives
I saw the pressures and tortures of lives,
You are considered as aboriginal people but have no rights of your own
The world is different and divided between haves and haves not
Haves does not consider you as human, because you belong to haves not,
As I saw you, you the Native of the Land, the Aboriginals,
You belong to the real owner of the original
You have given up yourselves, but still kept the humanity
And survived and trying to protect the originality,
When I crossed your sky, from the remote horizon,
Could not stopped admiring you, for your tolerance of un-tolerable
You of Holding of pain of unbearable
Holding of hope in uncertainty and in torture
I salute you for your hospitality
I salute you for your affirmability
I salute you for your harmony
And admire you for taking life as ceremony.
You the Native of the Land, the Aboriginals
You the native worshipers of nature,
You the simplicity the mirror of nature,
You the keepers of originality of culture
Every time, When I crossed your sky, from the remote horizon,
I saw your pain of survival, and your fights continues with the rivals
You are still not tired,
Your spirit of harmony is not tired,
I feel, the world need to admire you and salute you,
Again, and again, I admire you and salute you.
Prof. Medani P. Bhandari, PhD. Globally known Environmentalist and humanitarian. He is the Editor in Chief of the global journal – the Strategic Planning for Energy and the Environment, professor – at Akamai University, Hilo, Hawaii, USA and Sumy State University, Ukraine. Prof. Bhandari has published hundreds of scientific papers in various international journals as well as published several books on Climate Change and Environmental Issues. Prof. Bhandari also serves as Editorial Board Member of the Asia Environmental Daily as well as the Managing Editor of the Opinions & Editorials page.
Prof. Medani P. Bhandari, PhD
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