It was then that the silence took charge of the sky,
all the eyes of the terrain were closed, no stars in their
kingdom, though starry the night was, the clouds
dethroned them, breaking boundaries of acts set,
and sitting on the throne started beating the Earth;
using thousands and thousands of sticks.
Mother Earth pours affection and abundant love
on her children, cares for them, feeds them,
provides them air and water and solves problems
of heat and cold by fitting coolers and heaters,
humming a tune of lullaby for their sound sleep;
but tore away Mother Earth’s hides, her children,
shove her hair to sell for lakh-lakh rupees,
did Surgeries on her flesh; she had no ailments.
They hurt her and injured her, causing unbearable pain;
she pleaded with them, cried, bewailed, but her
words fell into dead ears with no compassion,
she lamented, shed tears of pain, complained
turning left to write on her bed seeking a soothe;
high hills she pampered in her lap as her darling,
toppled, fell down and in haste, swallowed all
that they met with- houses and inmates in hundreds.
And the Flora and fauna that had thought they were
evergreen and no Yama* could carry away to his
Empire, in which he sentences death to Earth residents.
The cloud flowed and flooded now tears of sympathy
for their pal the Earth, who yields Romance-filled
glance to him always and the lesions her progeny
renders her, he couldn’t tolerate and so,
added, he fats to the irrigating river.
And she, the river too started gulping the lives,
of the masters of ceremonies of that domain.
Nature though nurtures us, sure she will kill us
for the apathy, we possess for her.
Yama*- God of Death in Hindu mythology.
