'O' spirits of land and Gods,
You beautify our world,
With crops, fruits and forest roots;
Lakes flow full of precious water,
Vacillating fresh air to breath;
I kindle incense sticks,
Embellish with colourful florets;
Gratitude you for your mercy,
To all living life in this world;
But oft the grudge rises in mind,
Are we really worth your blessings,
And boon from you?
We are humans,
Can't stand others live happy;
Some throw food
As they can't eat;
And some can't
Sleep in empty belly;
Weapons and medicines reach,
Where food is needed;
This the world humans want...
Some drink whisky, some beer,
And some walk miles and miles,
To fetch needy drinking polluted water;
For some it is the golden chance
To sell bottled water,
In the name purity and safe;
This the world humans want...
Some have polished posh houses,
Yet the sleep not near to them;
And some sleep,
In streets or garbage dump;
Construction sites have replaced,
The green forests;
In this world even breathing,
Will have cost;
This is the world we live in....
You bless us with boon,
We see to it how desecrated;
We have churches, mosques,
And many religions
To consecrate our deeds;
To live in the democracy,
Where corruption is the right;
This the world humans want...
But our children won't want,
They will hate us
For our murky mind;
© Sadashivan nair
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