Yes, me your Mom!

Me, sure is your mom, Earth

and you are my darling children,

but punish you, man, someone will

as reached, you at the sassy peak. 

 

 Proud, greedy, wicked and hard,

 become you have, my human folks.

No thought of shocking upshots,

 which in life will make you stumble.

 

You wound, hurt and hit me highly,

pouring on me no drops of mercy,

you shred my skin eluding edicts

and leave on me wide cut-marks.

 

Wafting wind and swinging twigs

on pretty plants are there for you;

soothing strokes of heavenly rains,

and also, sweet soft avian songs.

 

Raised I flora fine, for glory, 

and fauna too to balance failings.

And listen, what I produce here, 

alike belongs to entire lives.

 

Closing eyes on frequent bloodbaths, 

 quarry and bore and mine in my mass.

Build, you here choice dreamland,

ripping to shreds, my high-rise hills.

 

 I cannot respire, polluted air;

 water dirty, can't sate thirst.

The cruellest act, you do extra, 

trees and plants, you countless fell. 

Chopping greens, leave me shaven

smother me, cars and petrol 

curb my freedom; poisoned I am

Oh! Dying I am, me not mother?

 

Quoting Faiths, you fight a lot

and battle, you for lands with darlings.

Storms, deluges and novel fevers

are only wake-up calls, you rise.

 

Yet, tender seldom you are  

and on being wrecked, linger.

Catatonic become I have,

 endure it, my master couldn't.

Sent He Virus, Corona-named,

a demon with its magic wand.

Demonstrates it, COVID 19

in rude methods, crushing visions.

 

Worry not and get not upset,

think and find a way of relief.

What I have to advise you now, 

 set things right; right now, itself.