Now the spheres are sooty sable, <br />Man has adulterated Nature with His murky works, <br />Black rains pour down from the heavy clouds, <br />And rain-drops fall down not to wash <br />But to discolour and deform us more, <br />To broaden blackness on the surface of the Earth, <br />The downpour seems to be <br />The harvest of our own transgressions. <br /> <br />Ah! I remember the time of my childhood, <br />When polluted contents <br />Had not enveloped yet rotundity of the Earth. <br />In summer and spring times often after the rainfall, <br />When the skies around the Ball became too clear, <br />I felt enclosed in a huge transparent multicolour globe, <br />And discovered the rainbow in the sky. <br /> <br />While standing on the Earth I imagined, <br />The Old Mother of humanity oscillating with full splendour <br />On the swing made of ropes of seven colours, <br />Smiling on contentment of the children underneath.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-mother-smiled/
