Ecology by AK Ramanujan
Ecology - A K Ramanujan
Monsoon.
for years, I would home
in a rage,
for I could see from a mile away
From a mile away, on the way home
our three Red Champak Trees
OUR three red champak trees
had done it again,
had burst into flower and given
her first blinding migraine
of the season
yellow pollen fog of a fragrance
no wind could sift,
the breeze cannot blow away this fog
no door could shut out
from our black-pillared house whose walls had ears and eyes, scales, smells, bone-creaks, nightly visiting voices, and were porous
like her mother's twisted silver,
grandchildren's knickers
would not let us cut down
almost as old as her, seeded,
she said, by a passing bird's
providential droppings
to give her gods and her daughters
and daughters' daughters basketsful
of annual flower
The pollen grains remain in the air, and thus do not allow the wind to get pure. The poet personifies the house. He says that, like other people in the house, the house itself suffers from the pollen of the Red Champak tree. The pollen comes through the holes which are like the pores of the human body.
The son therefore decides to cut down the tree. He cares for his mother. But the old mother cares for the tree. She stopped the poet from cutting the tree. She sees the positive side of the tree in her garden. She says that the tree is as old as her. It had been there by thed roppings of a passing bird by chance, and it is a very good omen. The tree provides many basketfuls of flowers and those flowers could be offered to her gods. It would also give beautiful flowers to her daughters and daughter‘s daughters‘ every year. And so the tree should not be cut down although the tree would give a terrible migraine to one line of cousins as a legacy. This poem portrays Ramanujan‘s strong interest in the family.