Man Wilt Return Thine Earth To Thou Poem by CHETAN PANDEY

O Thou sky lie splashed up high,
Beneath thy lies a glorious gem.
Embellished with stars of unflinching light,
Moulding and carving a second heaven.

O ye cliffs standing strong and stiff,
Barren lands wilt be watered and planned.
With endless supplies of blood and spine,
Raising the trees with pride again.

O still sea ado not to reflect,
The courteous image of the sun and man.
For both have levelled their shoulders to same,
And are making it all a perfect clan.

O thou birds glance down with pride,
And scan the valleys till quenched true thirst.
For it's the ruined human rising once more,
Along his will to better from worst.

O feathery clouds pour down to extent,
That the brightest rainbow can be arched.
For the spoiling source is no more free,
And colours will renew the beautious cloth marred.

So doth we frame the shining new picture,
Of near and dear planet regaining breath now.
And Gods above forget our sins,
For man wilt return thine earth to Thou.