You are the greatest and the finest
of all the creations.
Always capable of remaining busy
for the benefit of others,
no care for your own.
A great sacrifice more sanctified
than that of martyrs
who laid their lives
for the sake of their motherland.
You are the mother to all,
bear all ruthless atrocities
and inhuman activities
without reactions,
people plough you for cultivation,
dig and dig you mercilessly
for all minerals and water,
dump all rubbish on you,
build sky scrappers,
Cut all that you give birth
and nourish continuously,
pollute you with anthropogenic
chemicals,
make wars on your body
to turn you into pieces,
and you accept every thing
with an ever quiet heart
and equal piece of mind,
how you withstand,
what materials you are
made up of,
what is the extent of your forbearance,
how lofty your ideals and philosophy,
how wide, clean and reverent
your thinking and dedication,
I could never understand.
Kindly contribute a fraction
of your peculiarity to man,
my ode to you with folded hands.
2) with endless patience it still exists, thanks to the great resilience it has acquired, a juwel of a poem 5 Stars full on TOP! I have enjoyed tremendously, Dr. Dash
Yes, soil is life-giving. But at times it can take lives as well: landslide/mudslide; earthquake; quicksand; cave in; sinkhole Yikes! bri ;)
Dear Bri, Every thing has its positive and negative sides.I hope you would agree.Thanks for your comments.
I think you 'want' to use 'peace of mind', not 'piece of mind'. But I might about someone I'm upset with: 'I'll give her a piece of my mind! ' bri : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
!) Dearest ode ever, with a respectful heart I convey: this is the crystal-clear surrender of gratitude to the endless patience and resilience of the soil, on which all filth is poured, and still it nourishes,
My sincere regards to you for your nice encouragement.