Man has been with such a fecund boon blest,
He hardly need till earth, nor in fields toil,
All he need do: caress, cuddle the soil,
Tickle a smile, get laughter of harvest!
Look at her lavishly lush greenery,
Time was when it fed, nourished all the globe—
Granaries full of generous bounty,
All her terrain when wore a lush green robe.
Spade in hand, greed in mind, digging by tons,
Felling off trees, mining, and minting greed,
Look at the ungrateful lot of her sons,
Who breed and burden her like a wild weed.
Now, looking at her life-less barren twin,
I wonder how long Earth would still be green!
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This piece is a cry in wilderness, and in vain. We call Earth our mother, but never treat her like mother. And she will one day be all barren like her twin, Moon.
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Sonnets | 01.03.08 |
Spade in hand, greed in mind, digging by tons/Felling off trees, mining, and minting greed....wonderful rhythm! A beautiful poem sir.....10
Tickle a smile, yes, it is almost that, earth being so fertile. Thanks Edward Louis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must appreciate Dr Swain for commenting on this 2008 poem, thanks.