Ah! We so fondly hug you,
But,
you so cruelly cut us.
We so warmly suckle you,
But, you so coldly suck us.
We so dotingly provide water to
you to drink
But, you so callously dry us to
wither and shrink.
We so affectionately feed your
bellies with food,
But, you so relentlessly fell us
and demolish for good.
We so lovingly furnish you with
shade
But, you so devilishly demolish
our shed.
We so tenderly fan you not to
sweat
But, you, in return, so
heartlessly detest us and hate.
We so selflessly supply timber
for your shelter
But, you so treacherously scare
us to stampede helter skelter.
We so nicely embellish you with
lovely flowers
But, you so disdainfully curse
us with cruelty showers.
We take every care so that you
breathe well,
But, you torture us, and push us
to a suffocation hell.
We always try utmost to keep you
healthy and wealthy,
But, you always treat us worst,
mutilate us to be filthy.
Oh! We, most ironically, give
you all invaluable birth,
But, you so frenziedly try to
efface us from the Earth!
Still, like your oppressed,
suppressed, but selfless parents
We mind less about your
ignominious misdemeanour,
Rather, we take pity on you, for
we can’t see you disappear:
How can we behold you in an
imminent, utter disaster?
How can we help sobbing ,
finding you wretchedly cry?
How can we rest in peace viewing
you haplessly lie?
How can we heave a sigh of
respite and relief
When we notice you in the worst
hellish grief?
How can we bear with to watch
you wriggle and die?
How can we bid you an untimely,
bitter goodbye?
Still we are baking the bakes of
endless hope
You, our offspring, will not any
more swerve and grope
Will no more turn deaf ears to
our earnest prayer
Will no more be blind to your
grave and fatal blunder
Will no more connive at your
purulent perversion
Will sooner or later make a
better diversion
Will rectify and mend your
contemptible ways
Will treat us as you treat your
parents in their heydays
Will love and care for us as you
nurture your own children
There will be solace, harmony
and normalcy in Nature again
Natural cycles will revive and
stick to their customary course
We will again be the whole
creation’s richest, safest resource
The lost smiles, laughters and
joys will reign as usual, forever
Paradise will descend on the
Earth for sure; this is our song, dear.
* swerve – go astray, * purulent
– like pus,
* perversion – going away from
the right path
©Shankar D Mishra 21.03.2018
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