Lamenting of A Mother
From a hot ball of gas to a solid sphere of life,
It all started a few billion years ago.
From dust to the one celled heart beat,
I took pain to nurture the god’s feat.
Dinosaurs, apes and many more came by,
You can find my long forgotten children,
If you go to a museum to hear their distant cry.
I cried … I always cried,
Those were the tears of joy & elation,
Which now, my children call it as ocean.
You call me “Mother”, so am I,
You play around walking and running, giggling and laughing,
Quarrelling and fighting on my bare chest
I never gave up to parent you, but still I try.
You waged war, you are selfish, you are cruel…
I wouldn’t have called you these,
But your games are more dangerous than a fight of duel.
Your mother strived to give you the Welkin,
But you never realised into the nihility she was sinking.
You named and marked territories for yourselves,
Defending and protecting your mates
Not knowing, into the mass destruction you delve.
I cry but tears wont flow anymore
Global warming is what you call….
Trust me my dear, it hurts me to the core.
My greenery is fading away, oxygen is over powered,
By the dark smokes of fearful fate
Of nullity, hunger, thirst, cruelty & hate.
I tried hard my child,
Tis of no use till you mend your intentions wild.
“Plastic”, a very durable invention indeed,
I must say that I am proud
But I am choked to death in a blanket of shroud.
I am a mother, thus I’m ever forgiving,
There is still time for a better living
And to start afresh a new beginning.