O' Mother, the bearer of all burdens
We are your innocent children
In our lust, desires and dreams
We knowingly or unknowingly
Trouble you time and again
No creatures dwelling on you
Is more unjust than us
We use, we utilize and explore
Yet our unlimited wants do never get over
Your warming is a signal
Yet we ignore it
Driven by the desires
And ruled by the wishes
We see but understand not
You keep reminding
By tremors, quakes, floods
And we cry for our losses
Indeed, we have become selfish
Lost the sense of eco-balance
Deforestation, concrete jungles
Roads, bridges we make on you
Extracts fuels and emit on you
Yet you are generous with your produce
Let the wind tell us your agony
Let the clouds make us understand
Let the flowers remind us of pain
Let the birds sing your praiseworthy songs.
Let the clouds make us understand! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It is a best poem on earth, warming, deforestation and many calamities. Superb penmanship. Many thanks dear Asim for marvellous presentation of this poem. Let me quote... Yet you are generous with your produce Let the wind tell us your agony Let the clouds make us understand Let the flowers remind us of pain Let the birds sing your praiseworthy songs....10
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Asim, I relate to this especially as I recently saw a documentary titled “Kiss the Ground.” It informed me that our agricultural practices for millennia have caused desertification but that, hopefully, with changes, we can reverse global warming with the huge potential for carbon capture in sustainably managed soil. I pray these changes will be embraced enthusiastically and worldwide. -Glen