Look at me!
I’m so old
And tattered and battered;
Made so by the unceasing
Blows of Time.
I have been here for
Millions of years,
A witness to it all.
I have been used and abused
Inhumanly by the humans
Inhabiting my very bosom.
I have done much
For them all.
I have spent myself—
All of myself.
I cannot replenish myself any more.
I gave them my all,
Yet I am uncared for,
Left to fend for myself.
How I wish I had been
A master and not a slave!
Unleashed my fury more often
And revealed my power.
Not Mother Nature but
A tyrannous step mother!
A poem with a serious message I am sick with disease, On the verge of death. -should be a warning blow to the reckless souls
I agree, incredible work on such an important issue we face. thanks!
Hi! What a wonderful poem, I think, along with 'Mother Nature', it expresses the angst of womanhood. Thank you! !
Another excellent write by you Asma, I thoroughly enjoyed the read, Thankyou. --Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice! i support your ideology. inspirational, more like a remainder to every creature who are responsible for the nature's protection.