Updated: Jan 8
Painting by: Subho Sarkar
Poem by: Dr. Tapati Sinha
After the scorching summer days,
Earth was joyous with rains,
Flowing in passion and
Carrying the fragrance of flowers
As hearts melt like morning dew
Oh my loving God,
You had showered in plenty of your beauty and love
But the sacred potion of your love
Couldn't drench human greed.
Soon came a time when the forests dwindled,
The waves of fiery heat followed,
With wildfires raging and burning the trees,
The greens were lost and fields were left barren;
Like the burning month of Ashwin
They snatched the soul and charms of nature
As if Earth was made to sit in a hard penance.
As man wrote his own story
Stretching his arm of ills and malady
In a drunken run to grapple the heavens.
People ended in hunger and tears
Only to gain the pleasures of hell.
Sweet tunes of Nature were lost in sobs,
That left the Earth in wails
With the inhuman dance of greed and cruelty,
While pity and love were forgotten
Tributes of flowers were torn apart
Offerings went in vain in thorny gaiety
by human hands with blood and scathing nails,
Left the Earth in silent wails.
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