A long time ago
on a ball of blue,
when there was no me
and there was no you
mother earth was in her teens,
oh yes, she wore blue jeans...
A green top,
with floral print,
complete with a starry hat,
her resources, all intact
Then came her little ones..
ever so close,
so gentle, so sweet...
day and night they cared..
all her joys and sorrows, they shared...
they would play together,
never out of earshot of the beckoning of their mother.
A fire in the belly,
yet cool on the crust
her young children,did she ever once mistrust?
Little did she know,
that where once
the waters would dance and
the lands would bloom,
greed would succeed need
and cause her to fume..
Unaware and innocent, she cared with all her heart
she taught them how to work, and love impart...
Yet she sensed them drifting away. But ever once, did she say?
little did she know, there was a back stab on the way.
And soon enough
came we...
emotionless, careless,
and unkind enough to show it...
we took her sacrifice, and out of the nearest window,
threw it..
Yet she bore,with all patience and might,
well aware of her awaiting plight
Sure enough, there came the breach.
We broke her trust
and cracked her crust..
no matter if she dies,
but live, WE must!
Yet some of her children cared, she knew..
but alas, they were too few!
She cried and moaned for a while,
then wiped her tears,
but was still fragile
The fire in her belly was still there,
and that, she would have to renew...
Renew she WILL,
and know that, humans,
she wont sit still..
The time would come, and little would WE know,
roles would reverse, and our joys would go...
these small, fleeting waves of luck would recede,
gather up in a tidal wave,
and revenge would succeed....
So dear humans, try not to go astray,
because now you know, that if you do,
the tidal wave is on its way....
thank you for reading;do give me some feedback ...! :)
on a ball of blue,
when there was no me
and there was no you
mother earth was in her teens,
oh yes, she wore blue jeans...
A green top,
with floral print,
complete with a starry hat,
her resources, all intact
Then came her little ones..
ever so close,
so gentle, so sweet...
day and night they cared..
all her joys and sorrows, they shared...
they would play together,
never out of earshot of the beckoning of their mother.
A fire in the belly,
yet cool on the crust
her young children,did she ever once mistrust?
Little did she know,
that where once
the waters would dance and
the lands would bloom,
greed would succeed need
and cause her to fume..
Unaware and innocent, she cared with all her heart
she taught them how to work, and love impart...
Yet she sensed them drifting away. But ever once, did she say?
little did she know, there was a back stab on the way.
And soon enough
came we...
emotionless, careless,
and unkind enough to show it...
we took her sacrifice, and out of the nearest window,
threw it..
Yet she bore,with all patience and might,
well aware of her awaiting plight
Sure enough, there came the breach.
We broke her trust
and cracked her crust..
no matter if she dies,
but live, WE must!
Yet some of her children cared, she knew..
but alas, they were too few!
She cried and moaned for a while,
then wiped her tears,
but was still fragile
The fire in her belly was still there,
and that, she would have to renew...
Renew she WILL,
and know that, humans,
she wont sit still..
The time would come, and little would WE know,
roles would reverse, and our joys would go...
these small, fleeting waves of luck would recede,
gather up in a tidal wave,
and revenge would succeed....
So dear humans, try not to go astray,
because now you know, that if you do,
the tidal wave is on its way....
thank you for reading;do give me some feedback ...! :)
Awesome Shreeya...excellent work! And so true..its time WE wake up!
ReplyDeleteHi Shreeya. Awesome poem... amazingly well put. I like the part about the fire in belly waiting to renew everything for mother earth if we don't wake up....
ReplyDeletethank u Savi aunty ! Thank u Maa !!
ReplyDeletean adorable poem... displayed the bitter truth so easily... poem was really an eye opener... well done shreeya... :)
ReplyDeleteAmazing clarity and organization. Powerful message. You should have been reciting this poem in front of the UN this week. Keep it coming! Great job.
ReplyDelete:) thank you uncle, thanks sammy !!
ReplyDeleteawesome yaar .keep writing friend
ReplyDeleteExcellent narration! Keep writing more and more Shreeya...
ReplyDelete"So dear humans, try not to go astray,
because now you know, that if you do,
the tidal wave is on its way...."
Shreeya! You are an awesome composer! Very true! Keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteWow ! Amazing work ! Didn't know you wrote poems !
ReplyDeleteRead all , this one is undoubtedly the best of the lot !
haha.. thank you bhai...:)
ReplyDeleteTruly awesome. Great work..this one is just outstanding.
ReplyDeleteDear Shreeya,
ReplyDeleteI am Manoj, a childhood friend of your father.
I heard you are good at writing ... but after reading your poems, I am pleasantly surprised and so happy... You are EXCELLENT at writing and conveying your ideas in so simple and effective way.
This work "CHILDREN OF THE EARTH" is an amazing one.
Each line builds the idea very well...
"mother earth was in her teens, oh yes, she wore blue jeans..." what an imagination and how easily you have put it across.
Very good work and useful message for our generation.
The ending of the poem aptly ends with the warning "the tidal wave is on its way...."
Keep it up Shreeya... I am waiting to read more works from you..
Worth a warm hug from moms..like me..you know what that has to say..
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