Rare Earth Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A mere glance at the blazing Sun—
The brightest star in our heavens,
Burning up its bosom in tonnes
That life on Earth goes on.

Look then at the silvery Moon,
Look at all the lifeless planets
Soul-less, they might be midnight's boon,
Revolving like aimless puppets.

Peering afar in nightly sky,
Look at any a lifeless star
Too hot but thankfully so far,
There's no proof of life far and nigh!

Now look at green garments of Earth,
Solar world's sole life-giving daughter,
Look at her nectar of life—water,
Marvel at her amazing worth!

Look at her unique size, distance
Amid myriads that one may see
She's the rarest of rare that be,
Look at her tilt, slant, and substance.

Now think of her shameless offspring,
Perhaps her saddest mistake of grave—
At great cost to nourish him and save,
He's turning to autumn her spring,

Unmindful of her mother's plight,
Unbent and still unrepentant
Of the impending gloomy night
He's caused, no hint he's penitent.

Garnishing greed, heedless he craves,
Digging up he's a mass of graves.
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Man's search has found many planets outside Solar system vaguely comparable with Earth. They may or not have life; we are not sure. Earth remains the only one and rare. And yet, man is out to destroy it. He would rather go to another planet at great cost, but not try and save Mother Earth. He feels earth is a commodity that can be used and thrown away.
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Reflections | 01.06.07 |