To My Scars Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Blistered and parched is my skin,
the cause of which are my own children.

My green robe is ravaged and torn
and my bare body is exposed to the scorching sun.

Smokes from industries cover my sky
that chokes me and makes me cry.

My scarred body cries for a shower of rain,
my shore is black with oily slick and no more pristine.

My crystal clear so sweet milky rivers
are poisoned with chemicals and turned so bitter.

To price out minerals they dig holes on my bosom
but are too indifferent to leave the sores open.

There is no limit to my torture and exploitations,
my whole body is scarred with concrete constructions.

They care too much for their material wealth,
they don't have time to think about my health.

With a troubled soul I painfully sob
as they go on digging their own tomb.

Still I hopefully bless my callous children
that they'll cure me of my sores and make me a healthy haven.