Save Soil! Poem by Guneev Kaur

It's a layer,
Though not to plane,
What, that's on the edge to tear,
Making the land all alike a plain.

It's the mother of veges and plants,
A fundamental source of ours.
It's the one that nurtures us as its brats,
In a way, it is our prey, near and far.

It's a conversational process,
Ever awake pal.
The one behind our biological races,
There couldn't have been a thing more conceptual.

It's the best friend of my sakes,
Be it their clayey play.
Or those sandy beaches,
The source is alike: which makes their day.

It's around you,
Touch your garms.
To your kitchen, give a slight view,
The similarity is origin; that does even keeps you warm.

It's something bestowed to nourish you,
Cleansing your soul as a mother.
We do not see her flourishing to be true,
Rather, depleting: with us being the cursers.

It's name sounds so pure,
How could there be any query?
Alike is the Soil Guru on a mission; very sure,
To glow is to grow, how without this luxury.

It's well wishers are highly abound,
If one is on a 30,000-km,27-nation,100-day ride.
Others are equal benevolent to sound,
Choice is yours, to be on which side.

It's solely a single person discussion,
Yet a billion trillion persons game.
Game, for there isn't that great passion,
Though, a day when in the golden, we shall have much to our fame!

Thereby, let us not let it die,
For it is more than a legacy.
Need, is to let us have a mouth to say,
Save Soil movement needs being our ultimate priority!