Mount Abu is transitioning to Abu Raj.
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| Per kind favour, Dr Arun Sharma, Mount Abu. |
A LEOPARD CANNOT CHANGE ITS SPOTS "The earth does not forgive / those who rename their sins / as if words could wash away / the blood on their hands." While I Was Away (2021, excerpt adapted from his eco-critical verse on desecrated landscapes Three billion-year-old monarch wears a new, cheap crown, While the "Emerald of the Desert" is stripped and beaten down. The ink is barely dry on the decree of "Abu Raj," A semantic mask for a hollowed soul—a bureaucratic mirage. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions," they say, But here, the road is paved with the bones of the locals’ yesterday. The Cosmetic Guillotine They trade the symphony of the world for a "monastery of silence," An oxymoron of progress birthed from structural violence. The British bit the tongue of the mountain, left it "Abu" and scarred, But this new "Raj" is a half-measure, a renaming too small and too hard. If you seek the sacred, summon the Arbudanchal of the Puranic deep, Not a truncated brand that puts the economy to eternal sleep. "Don't change the name of the river while the fish are thirsty," For a "vegetable pilgrimage" leaves the global traveler’s glass empty. The Token Terror Beneath the mist, a "well-oiled palm" breeds a concrete tumor, While the ancestral cottage crumbles—a dark, systemic humor. The "Eco-Sensitive Zone" is an Eco-Hypocritical Noose, Where the giants roam free and the powerless have everything to lose. It is the "Token Terror"—a bureaucratic guillotine’s blade, Where "nature shrinks as capital grows," and the future is betrayed. "Our house is on fire," but you’re rearranging the chairs, Ignoring the smoke while the "powerless" offer their desperate prayers. The Last Roar "No one protects what they do not care about," the elders cry, As the 3.3-billion-year-old titan watches the green forest die. You cannot save the garden by strangling the gardener’s hand, You cannot build a sanctuary on the shifting, exploited sand. "A leopard cannot change its spots," Nor a name change the rot, Give us dignity and safety, not a rebranding we never sought. "The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago," The second best time is now—before the final, fatal blow. Stop the "Cosmetic Rename," end the "Selective Enforce," Or watch the "Emerald Crown" dissolve into a dry, silent corpse. (Per kind favour Dr A K Sharma) |

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