Poetry

Mother

I run past the skies, I run past the meadows,
As I travel the untrodden path
Just to hug mother earth.

“Mother earth” – I say,
“Why Are you still tolerating all this?”
“Why do you still see all this,
And act Helpless watching?”

“The Plundering, The looting,
Is this the reason the creator made us?”
“Why do you still take all this 
With a quiet smile and let us take more of you?”

Forsaken memories lost in the whirl of problems,
I still remember the days,
When Nature meant more to me, more than toys,
Life was then limited to the frontiers,
Of nature’s goodness.… Continue Reading