"The Mother Earth"

Agonized by the son vulture
And shackled by inhuman torture
The mother earth weeps
Premonition of destruction beeps.

She recollects the days of yore when
Her son resided on her lap
Decorated the magnificent map;
Followed the ways of nature
Like a disciplined creature.
But now
Grown up man he is
Does not listen to her anymore
But enjoys to ignore
Like a vagabond spoilt boy
He is a foolish toy

Come hither, come hither
Oh man, learn how to nurture
The heavenly gift of nature
And glorify our heritage and culture.

Lets become a diamond glittering
And harbinger of eternal spring.
 

Hom Bahadur Chetri
Ahmadi, Kuwait

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