Mother's Plaint - Poem by Sathya Narayana
Smoke pipes are sprouting
Far and wide like iron saplings
Spiking through her tender flesh
Piles of brick cement and stone
Invading her entrails, en masse
Building edifices for fancy contraptions
Of obsessive human endeavor to eclipse
His holy creation with mundane contrivance
The gullible victim, poor Mother Earth
She whined and wailed in pain
Implored the eminent Unknown
What happened to thy covenants? My Lord!
That I shall bear thy seeds in my womb
Hatch them into herbs, shrubs and trees
Wear their greens as my attire
And adorn their flowers and fruits as embellishments
Let the Orioles and Nightingales to stage
Euphonious concerts on the radiating boughs
Allow pretty bunnies and sweet little squirrels
Trench and tickle my lush loam
Was this not what thou devised and yearned?
A wholesome world of content
That caters to every need of every living soul
Unto their want and arrant fulfillment
But….what are these wicked contortions?
Have you…..My God conspired with thine own image?
To destroy thine own comeliest oeuvre
To trough and trickle venomous straits
Straight into ever loving heart
When in distraught we all sought thy succor
But, when thou mulct us for no fault
Whom shalt we beseech for comfort?
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