Some Reposts Dedicated To The Earth Day--2 Poem by Indira Renganathan

1 Earth

This bit of Earth that we live upon
A bit of the above sun-borne
Whence lightning thunders explode and warn
The fall of rains to flow in floods to scorn
Then in silence green and amber to flourish upon..

This bit of Earth that we live upon
Of all religions and rituals homes've where grown
Upon whose hope peace is in sown
On which flora is to thick blossom prone
Whereto the faunae rush to dwell upon

This bit of Earth that we live upon
Moulded of water and mud alone
Then baked in wind by fire alone
Filled with vales and craters of nature alone
Armageddon on netherland where we're still upon

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2 Thamiraparani

On the bank of Thamiraparani
Once an aesthetic later inaesthetic
Deep in a picturesque water- memory
Replenish myself very much thoughtful
Gazing at the historic sylvan spate of Porunai
Born to the grand governess Podhikai
Traversing along a Tamil culture affluent, pristine
Asking but presently 'paint me picturesque'

Arid the river the aesthetic crumbles down
A sharp chip rocky hurts my sole(soul) to weep
I realise standing amid stained Tamiraparani
Rubbish ecology ruing..
Only a scenic taste can govern
Purge, lustrate, resume the water flow
Thamiraparani pleads
'Please, paint me picturesque'

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3 Kanyakumari

'A confluence of body, mind and soul
At the confluence of the sister-seas
Who, the 'ladies-in-waiting' with the virgin Goddess
Abide calm, patient, tranquil with sobriety
Along a stretch of uncooked nature of a feed
Awaiting the pinky blush of the sun
In reawakened circles
With eye-bewitching dips in briny azury breeze.. '

The body, mind and soul anxious
Awaiting the celestial matrimony
The Lord and the Lordess to conjoin
In mere dreams of yonder bliss..
Eventuate will it
Ere the Lordess too, flung
Into the cluttered up stretch of a mortal method
And the sister-seas cursing in more havoc?

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4 Noise Pollution 1

The scientific efficacy is noisily murdering
Unlike enlivening
The olden household's hushy sibilance
The olden street children's play-scream
The olden vendors' musical sale-phonetics
The olden bullock-cart's running rhythm
The cart-man's 'hi hi
The jhatka's galloping trots
Of and on a cow's 'ammaaaah'
Dawn and dusk the cattle's dusty grazing treads
The rooster's cackle', the crow's' caw-caw'
Squeak, screech of chirping birds
Headed high by white collared eagles
The coherently, agreeably hissing breeze
Etcetera, etcetera all olden
All in melodious harmony neatly audible
With the evincing spherical silence

Today..
Everything deafening, deadening
Two, three, four and more wheeled wheeling
Small, big, bigger motoring
Up and down on earth thundering
Sounding smoky machinery nauseating
Multicoloured noisy stink
Murdering, murdering, murdering

Indira Renganathan
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5 Noise Pollution 2

Friend, something is wacky
I mean speculating on petrol-diesel fray..
Three, four, and more wheels on noisy dusty dirt
Whizzing, chasing, horning nonstop
Let a day even twenty eight hours
Up and down, sky and land
Accompanied by microphones' summit
Publicly broadcasted through cinematic loudspeakers
Befriending piously the pantheons
On its way the homely televisions, transistors
Loud, louder and at the loudest
Dispersed decibels refusing to kiss the tympanum...
Friend, do you hear me? No..? No..?
Ho, that's the deadly heart-throbbing noise-pollution

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6 Soil Service

Inspirit to up so fond
Fetch down that godly wand
Wave and wave so grand
Ring out well the cluttered mind

Over again, again wave the wand
Ring in afresh a soil a land
Set in liquid and gas to bind
Pattern dark and red well tilled

Sandy, loamy, yellow coloured
Grey, brown, black spread
Hill and river and wood
Up and down, side to side

Over again wave the wand
Vegetation and crops all to blend
Over again make rain-falls thundered
Forests and fields be pulsated

Again, again the waving wand
Volcanoes and oceans be befriended
And righteous human be ever good
Geology, ecology reckoned and regarded

Again, again the waving wand
Food shelter clothe ever offered
Sylvan scene of prolificacy splendid
Stealthy, healthy life humanized

Again, again the magic wand
Not to wave but to hide
In the heart of the alert mind
A promise to conserve all that found

Again, again the promise be continued
For the soil a sacred servitude
Failed if one and all to mind
Impaired soil chucks the wand vanished