The Earth's Timeline - Poem by Vinita Sahu
The river that's been flowing from eternity,
Has enfolded many a civilisations within,
Taught them the art of living and surviving,
At the cost of one's own or other beings,
From barbarism to civility or the other way round,
Had been the human ride through out,
From sustenance, the urge grew out,
Then the greed in mankind slowly sprout.
The exchange of love and affection,
Gradually replaced by sheer deception,
To hoard and hoard, the prime intention,
Leaving no rooms for any pretentions,
Thus the divide between brothers deepened,
As the lust for material wealth sweetened,
The Mother Earth was now a battle field,
And her sons in the race of power weild,
Time slipped into decades and centuries,
And continued to be so, beyond all memories.
Mowing the forests, enslaving the weak,
Exploiting the talent, barring them to speak,
The anarchist led the race of the meek,
The strength in the ordinary went to sleep,
Encouraging the lobsters to further creep,
The sparkle in the sun came down to glare,
The foliage on the trees shed down to snare,
The flora hid behind cruelty, out of scare,
Freshness of the air gave way to pollution,
Logics of the brain gave way to dillusion,
The journey of merriment thus sat to lament,
The wisest of men were left with no comment.
Then came the humanists with the new flavour,
The stories of people rewritten with a new fervour,
Pioneers from all over the world pledged to devour,
The evilness of human heart that thickly flower,
New thoughts and philosophy seeded deep to empower,
The modern age and their breed stretched now to tower,
Sky rocketing into space and universe without much cower.
But the ogre of terror once again picked up its head,
Filled with sorrow and grief the bosom of mother bed,
How to plug and deal with the enormous blood shed,
Is the question, in the current times often read.
Thus the Time is a womb,
And we the creator,
A child with fangs to tether?
Or one who's a nature’s traitor?
Or the true reflection of the Greater?
Are the questions we need to ask,
Ourselves often for better.
Written by Vinita Sahu
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