Nature’s Rage Poem by Seetharaman Navaneethakrishnan

I’m million years old,
I’m more precious than gold,
I’ve mysteries untold and
Those fighting me must be bold.


Temperature around me is never cold,
Neither air coolers nor ice creams I can hold.
Antartica has very little water in its fold,
The worst is that it cannot be sold.


I’m polluted, No concern! !
I reacted, they curse and mourn.
Changes are my birth right,
Tectonics is the only way I sight.


I have to kill many people,
I know the war is fatal,
I’m fighting for my survival,
But nothing is intentional.


I want my presence felt,
I need my powers dwelled.
People should not test my patience
And make me expand my oceans.


I know I’m immortal.
My work is inevitable.
Change your attitude,
Give respect and take some.