Sacrificing for love's sake for eons
The sun claims notso in return to get:
You owe me, O Earth, a lifetime of debt';
It makes sun a solar king among suns.
And poor Earth, plundered, polluted for long,
She's borne on her bosom many a dent,
Wincing mute at every inhuman wrong,
As true mother she shows no resentment.
And Sun, spent up energy and so lean,
And too faint to light up the solar skies,
His love that had painted the earth bright green,
Shall grow grey, and she, bleeding bosom, dies;
But earth, mothers and their ilk know to give,
With nary a thought ever to receive!
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Sonnets | 08.10.11 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wincing mute at every inhuman wrong, As true mother she shows no resentment. And Sun, spent up energy and so lean, .... outstanding conceptualization. A fine poem.
I'm so glad you visited this 2011 poem. With a forced lock-down following corona scare, if it provides a breather to the much wronged Earth, I think it would be a blessing in disguise. Thanks dear poet KM