Millions of dreams had slept <br />under the debris of modernity, <br />and they say we are fast <br />approaching the gates of eternity; <br />Many a times the mothers had their lunch <br />by the flesh of their beloved, <br />the poor father is always indifferent. <br />they say that often happened thus <br />in near and far past. <br />We have learnt the ways of civilization <br />the mother is still natural, uncivilized. <br />Science can never stop an eye shedding tears, <br />It can never ignite the heart that stopped; <br />But science has ignited the flame of fury <br />in the soft, spongy heart of mother; <br />The mother once smiled when we cried, <br />Then she always cried when we laughed, <br />Now its her turn to laugh. <br />Its not your fault Haiti that <br />The mother has laughed brutally, <br />sitting on the debris of modernity.... <br />sitting on the graves of eternity..... <br /> <br /> <br />MUKESH RAVAL <br />Palanpur <br />India.<br /><br />Mukesh Raval<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-not-your-fault-haiti/
