she's the core love of a poet,
beautiful, serene, she...
but no more her beauty remains,
for she's being murdered..
murdered by her children..
the ones who used to play..
play in her lap.. play with her..
they've grown up to be her murderer..
she wants to survive... but she can't.
for she's powerless..
She got an eternal place in each heart..
everyone loves her.. gazes at her charming beauty..
but she's been killed..
she's not a mother, neither a sister,
nor a lover...
but she's an utopia of every mind..
she's our Mother Nature.
good thoughts...well conveyed...and nicely presented...thanks Priyanka...10
excellent mam, I appreciate your this poem, this thought, we all should come a head, raise our voice to save our mother nature, Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True we are the children who are killing our own mother Earth. Its loving beauty and grace are vanishing now. Soon its dazzling beauty will be one's utopia in mind....well said an environmental awareness poem...10+++