Mother Earth - Heal Thyself

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Mother Earth - Heal Thyself

Mother, O Mother what have we done to you !
Crushed your soul, abused you
Your tender sleeve of flora uprooted
The soothing watery streams polluted
Air is no longer pure or calm
Mother, O Mother such proverbial harm !

Microbial fossils before the sapiens came
Yet inventing, innovating we played a dangerous game.
Venturing on some gigantic ego traps
We set up intricate antibiotic labs.
Destroying, defeating, dismantling microbes,
What a farce, our wisdom grandiose !
How you rumbled quaking, erupting
Tsunamis displayed your righteous  mumbling.
We failed to stop our malefaction
A minuscule cell fell our deceptive kingdom.

No rules were set, no statute kept
Indiscriminately we chopped, ripped and bled

O Mother thou so munificent, magnanimous, generous, benevolent
Envelope us in - Ameliorate!

Chirping birds, humming swallows, blooming flowers, faunal wallows,
Dew laden grass, lush green moss, clear skies, sun kissed casques

Mother Earth - Heal Thyself !

Dr. Guncha Gupta
2/4/2020

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  1. UnknownApril 14, 2020 at 8:49 AM

    A poem on a very current topic.All the experts r talking about human insensitivity towads animal life ,which has caused the pandemic Covid.Guncha finds man helpless in the present circumstances n hopes that mother earth will heal herself.Diction n style r appropriate.

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  2. BBGUPTAApril 14, 2020 at 9:21 AM

    Wow, "air no longer pure or calm" succinctly describe the insurmountable harm to the nature,we have caused , chirping of birds or sweet humming of koel is hardly noticed. I like the sentiments n concerns expressed here vividly. Kudos to Dr Guncha Gupta for this excellent message thru her lovely poem pl keep it going as it will impress many

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