Natural resource in plenty
People die of poverty
Material prosperity scanty
Can we buy moon and sky ?
Can we buy rain and wind ?
Shores of seas ?
Gushing waves ?
Earth is sacred.
Mystic deep dark woodlands of jungle village
Sprawling unending green meadows
Cricket, humming birds and creaking insects
Frightening rainy night
Holy cows, sheep‟s and hens
Run out of the shed in the wee hours
To the vast expanse of the sky
Green trees shelter from angry sun
Numbs atmosphere calm and tan
Blood flows and drain
Raven reign; time and again.
Life is earth and earth life is stoic
Scented flowers emit sweet aroma love-exotic
Rocky mountain crests, creeks and terrains in pride
Voice of ancestors guide
Blue clean water of the spring glides to the rivers
Rivers glide in to the sea as givers
Neighbourhood ghosts reflect river memories
Murmuring water of the river worries
Rivers quench thirst
Brings up life and feed first
Rivers are kind and caste
Heavenly voice of great grandfather echoes
Save pure air precious, share life with plants those.
Wind we breathe, heaves our sigh
Bristling meadow-flowers cry.
Life vanish in the mystic wilderness
Memory and shadow dwell afresh;
Clouds drift across the trees
Shores of sea denude forest in glees
We belong to mother earth
Earth does not belong to us
My grandmother voice
I remember
Teach children; Ideals taught
Earth belongs to us a lot.
Earth is the mother mothers.
Ancestors voice echoes in smolders
Destiny is mystic
Wild tigers do acrobatic.
Hills are invaded by man
Eagles and sparrows are blown
Is it the end of living
or
Beginning of new-Civilization
Spider web of life continues….