Friday, January 21, 2005

Earth, my mother

This is a poem written by my cousin Karan

The earth today is like my mother was
a few days before she was transformed-
helpless, hurt, angry, alone.

Her children relentlessly pursue
their ego-driven motives.

Her cosmic partner, the sky,
is riddled with smoke.

She waits patiently, wondering
whether anyone cares
for the one who nurtured their childhood.

When will we rise to acknowledge our mother-
when will we free her from the bonds of our avarice?

It is time to give back to the earth,
at least for me,
what I did not give back, to my mother.

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