MOTHER’S PLAINT <br />Smoke pipes are sprouting <br />Far and wide like iron saplings <br />Spiking through her tender flesh <br />Piles of brick cement and stone <br />Invading her entrails, en masse <br />Building edifices for fancy contraptions <br />Of obsessive human endeavor to eclipse <br />His holy creation with mundane contrivance <br /> <br />The gullible victim, poor Mother Earth <br />She whined and wailed in pain <br />Implored the eminent Unknown <br />What happened to thy covenants? My Lord! <br />That I shall bear thy seeds in my womb <br />Hatch them into herbs, shrubs and trees <br />Wear their greens as my attire <br />And adorn their flowers and fruits as embellishments <br />Let the Orioles and Nightingales to stage <br />Euphonious concerts on the radiating boughs <br />Allow pretty bunnies and sweet little squirrels <br />Trench and tickle my lush loam <br /> <br />Was this not what thou devised and yearned? <br />A wholesome world of content <br />That caters to every need of every living soul <br />Unto their want and arrant fulfillment <br />But….what are these wicked contortions? <br />Have you…..My God conspired with thine own image? <br />To destroy thine own comeliest oeuvre <br />To trough and trickle venomous straits <br />Straight into ever loving heart <br />When in distraught we all sought thy succor <br />But, when thou mulct us for no fault <br />Whom shalt we beseech for comfort? <br /> <br />Sathya….<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-s-plaint/
